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It Is I; Be Not AfraidLonely pilgrim, art thou weary
With the burdens daily borne?
Does the way seem dark and dreary,
And thy lot in life forlorn!
Gird thy breastplate close around thee,
Hold it fast, the Spirit's blade,
Let the shield of faith adorn thee:
"It is I; be not afraid."
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