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 BREAD IN THE WILDERNESS.

Such heavenly words as lip of mortal man Had never utter'd.

Thou, whose pitying heart Yearn *d o'er the countless miseries of those Whom thou didst die to save, touch thou our souls With the same spirit of untiring love ; Divine Redeemer ! may our fellow-man, Howe'er by rank or circumstance disjoin 'd, Be as a brother, in his hour of need.

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