Minted gold and diamonds,
Plenty of treasures in the word,
Giving succour to the faint heart,
Whenever they are heard.
Fear not Little flock,
I am on the side,
Nobody can touch thee,
The ball of my eyes.
Did the manna fail in the desert,
Or the windows oil ran dry,
I am the same forever,
If only my son you try.
Do not fear for tomorrow,
I am Lord of it too,
Have faith in me,
That's all that you can do.
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