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On
the
Rock,
at
the
edge
of
the
sea,
I
will
stand,
Dear
LORD,
waiting
for
Thee,
With
arms
upheld,
and
eyes
fixed
straight,
For
Your
return,
my
soul
doth
wait.
In
the
field,
at
the
edge
of
the
sea,
I
will
labor,
my
LORD,
working
for
Thee,
Planting
the
seeds,
tending
the
wheat,
And,
from
Your
Word,
I
only
will
eat.
In
the
pasture,
at
the
edge
of
the
sea,
I
will
watch,
Dear
LORD,
waiting
on
Thee,
Tending
the
flock,
feeding
Your
sheep,
On
watch,
alert,
never
asleep.
May
FATHER
bless
you
as
you
make
your
stand
at
the
edge
of
the
sea.
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