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Give us each day our daily bread And raiment fit provide.
4 Go, spread Thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease. And at our Father's loved abode Our souls arrive in peace!
5 To Thee, as to our cov'nant God, We'll our whole selves resign; And thankful own that all we are, And all we have, is Thine.