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4Bhama Thq deepest peoce l'-ve e-ver tnown is restin_g , in Jov.r_ core..

The greotest love thot I've been shown _ is in the life we shore.

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deemed. You ore my groce, my rest. You ore my peoce.

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is e - ver true!
I trust eoch - hove mode.
You Your socred Word

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You ore my groce. You ore my joy.

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