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Poem	His master taken from his head, Elisha saw him go; And in desponding accents said, "Ah, what must Israel do?" But he forgot the Lord who lifts The beggar to the throne; Nor knew that all Elijah's gifts Would soon be made his own. What! when a Paul has run his course, Or when Apollos dies, Is Israel left without resource, And have we no supplies? Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives, We have a boundless store, And shall be fed with what He gives, Who lives for evermore.
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