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 1    IV|   One of my noble father's servants old,~That for his goodness
 2     V|  laden, corn and wine;~Thy servants fought till they could fight
 3    VI| Defying Christ and all his servants true,~In stature, stomach,
 4    VI| Supplieth force to all his servants true;~The fearful stags
 5   VII| Their father's flocks, nor servants more I need:~Amid these
 6  VIII|    dear Lord who helps his servants, trust,~Who ere they ask,
 7  VIII|     We are Christ's chosen servants, fear us naught,~Who to
 8    XI| had the service high,~"You servants of the Lord depart," he
 9   XII|  skill and art his careful servants used~To life again their
10    XV| golden crown,~That all her servants blest and happy makes,~She