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| Providence is always near, Ready to support my arm, Showing me the pathway clear, Keeping me from hurt and harm. Why do I receive such grace? I have done no noble deed. God is present in this place. On His manna I shall feed. Trusting in His mercy sure, Ready for the trials ahead, I am sure I will endure Challenges that I might dread. | ||
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