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404b Arion



While my Redeemer's near,
My shepherd and my guide,
I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
My wants are all supplied.

To ever fragrant meads,
Where rich abundance grows,
His gracious hand indulgent leads,
And guards my sweet repose.

Along the lonely scene,
Cool waters gently roll,
Transparent, sweet, and all serene,
To cheer my fainting soul.


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