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Rh The poor and humble ones
 * These will I glorify.

Little, dumb and slaves are they, Yet on guard about them
 * Will I set my Word."

Like trampled grass Shall perish your thoughts And words alike.

Like silver, hammered, beaten, Seven times melted o'er the fire, Are thy words, Oh Lord. Scatter these holy words of Thine, O'er all the earth, That Thy children
 * little and poor

May believe in miracles on earth.