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There my Redeemer's face I see,

And read his Name who died for me.
o 4 Let the false raptures of the mind

Be lost, and vanish in the wind :
«-Here I can fix ray hope secure ;

This is thy word, and must endure,

HYMN 152, C. M, Bedford. [*]
Sinai and Sion. Heb. xii. 18, &c.
e 1 "jVrOT to the terrors of the Lord,
_L^ The tempest, fire, and smoke ;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke ;— r.
o 2 But we are come to Sion's hill,
The city of our God }
Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad,
e 3 Behold th' innumerable host
Of angels clothed in light !
Behold the spirits of the just,

Whose faith is turned to sight !
4 Behold the blest assembly there,

Whose names are writ in heaven;
Hear God, the Judge of all, declare
Their vilest sins forgiven.
—5 The saints on earth, and all the dead,

But one communion make y



Book 11. HYMN 153, 154. 46a

All join in Christ, their living head,
And of his grace partake.
o 6 In such society as this.

My weary soul would rest :
The man who dwells where Jesus is,
Must be forever blest.

HYMN 153. C. M. Reading, [b]
Distemper, Folly, and Madness of Sin,
e 1 C'lN, like a venomous disease,

O Infects our vital blood ;
•e— The only balm is sovereign grace.

And the physician God.
e 2 Our beauty and our strength are fled,

And we draw near to death ;
o But Christ the Lord recalls the dead.

With his almighty breath.
e 3 Madness, by nature, reigns within.

The passions burn and rage ;
« — Till God's own Son, v/ith skill divine,

The inward fire assuage.
e 4 (We lick the dust, we grasp the wind,

And solid good despise :
— Such is the folly of the mind,

Till Jesus make us Avise.)
e 5 We give our souls the wounds they feel.

We drink the poisonous gall ,
o And rush with fury down to hell —
— But heaven prevents the fall.

6 (The man possessed among the tombs.

Cuts his own flesh, and cries :
o He foams and raves, till Jesus comes,

And the foul spirit flies.)

HYMN 154. L. M. Armley. [b *]
Self- Righteousness insufficient.

1 " "^TrHERE are the mourners," saiththe Lordji^

W " Who wait and tremble at my word—
*' Who walk in darkness all the day .''
*' Come, make my name your trust and stay.

2 (" No works, no duties of your own,
*' Can for the smallest sin atone ;

" The robes that nature may provide,
" Will not your least pollutions hide.

3 " The softest couch that nature know%

,. *' Can give the conscience no repose y ;-



464 HYMN 155, 156. Book 11.

o " Look to my righteousness, and live ;

" Comfort and peace are mine to give.)
—4 " Ye sons of pride, who kindle coals

" With your own hands, to warm your souls,

" Walk in the light of your own fire,

" Enjoy the sparks that ye desire : —
e 5 " This is yovir portion at my hands,^

" Hell waits you with her iron bands :
a " Ye shall lie down in sorrow there,

" In death, and darkness, and despair."^

HYMN 155. C. M. Tunhridge. [b]

Christ our Passover.

e 1 T O, the destroying angel flies

_1_J To Pharaoh's stubborn land !
The pride, the flower of Egypt dies

By his vindictive hand.
o 2 He passed the tents of Jacob o'er.

Nor poured the wrath divine ;
He saw the blood on every door,

And blessed the peaceful sign.
. — 3 Thus the appointed Lamb must bleed,

To break th' Egyptian yoke ;
o Thus Israel is from bondage freed,

And 'scapes the angel's stroke.
e 4 Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too

With blood so rich as thine,
Justice no longer would pursue

This guilty soul of mine.
.^-5 Jesus our passover was slain,

And has at once procured
o Freedom from Satan's heavy chain.

And God's avenging sword.

HYMN 156. CM. Plymouth, [b]
Satan'' s various Temptations.

1 T HATE the tempter, and his charms,
jL I hate his flattering breath ;

The serpent takes a thousand forms,
To cheat our souls to death.

2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams,
Or kills with slavish fear ;

And holds us still in wide extremes,
Presumption or despair.



Book II. HYMN 157, 158. 465

3 Now he persuades, How easy 'tis
To walk the road to heaven ;

Anon he swells our sins, and cries,
They cannot he forgiven.

4 (He bids young sinners, Yet forbear
To think of God or death ;

For prayer and grave devotion are
But melancholy breath.

5 He tells the aged. They must die,
And 'tis too late to pray ;

In vain for mercy now they cry,

For they have lost their day.)
e 6 Thus he supports his cruel throne,

By mischief and deceit ;
And drags the sons of Adam down

To darkness and the pit,
o 7 Almighty God, cut short his power ;

Let him in darkness dwell ;
And that he vex the earth no more.

Confine him down to hell.

HYMN 157. C. M. Reading, [b]

The same.
^OW Satan comes with dreadful roar,
And threatens to destroy j
He worries whom he can't devour,
With a malicious joy.
o 2 Ye sons of God, oppose his rage ;

Resist, and he'll be gone :
•—Thus did our dearest Lord engage.

And vanquish him alone.
e 3 Now he appears almost divine.

Like innocence and love ;
—But the old serpent lurks within.

When he assumes the dove.
o 4 Fly from the false deceiver's tongue.

Ye sons of Adam, fly !
e Our parents found the snare too strong ;
Nor should the children try.

HYMN 158, L. M. Geneva, Babylon, [b]

Few saved ; or, The almost Christian.
e 1 13 ROAD is the road that leads to death,
JLJ And thousands walk together there j
But wisdom shows a narrow pathj
With here and there a traveller.



466 HYMN 159, 160. Book II.

d 2 Deny thyself and take thy cross,
e, Is the Redeemer's great command ;
' — Nature must count her gold but dross,

If she would gain this heavenly land.
p 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints.

And walks the ways of God no more.

Is but esteemed — almost a saint —

And makes his own destruction sure.
»!— 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain.

Create my heart entirely new :

Which hypocrites could ne'er attain.

Which false apostates never knew.

HYMN 159. C. M. Plymouth. Wantage, [*]
Unconverted State; or, Converting Grace.
1 /^ RE AT King of glory and of grace,

vX We own, with humble shame.
How vile is our degenerate race.
And our first father's riiq,nie.
1 — 2 From A dam flows our tainted blood,-—
The poison reigns within ;
Makes us averse to all that's good,
And willing slaves to sin.

3 [Daily we break thy holy laws, "
And then reject thy grace ;

Engaged in the old serpent's cause.
Against our Maker's face.]

4 We live estranged afar from God,
And love the distance well ;

With haste we run the dangerous road,

That leads to death and hell.
e 5 And can such rebels be restored .''

Such natures made divine ?
o Let sinners see thy glory, Lord,

And feel this power of thine.
o 6 We raise our Father's name on high,

Who his own Spirit sends,
o To bring rebellious strangers nigh,

And turn his foes to friends.

' HYMN 160. L. M. Armley. [*] '

Custom ill Sin.
ET the wild leopards of the wood
l_J Put off the spots that nature gives;
Then may the wicked turn to God,
And change their tempers, and their lives.



i



Book II. HYMN 161, 162. 467

2 As well might Ethiopian slaves
Wash out the darkness of their skin;
The dead as well may leave their graves^
As old transgressors cease to sin.

3 Where vice has held its empire long,
'Twill not endure the least control ;
None, but a power divinely strong,
Can turn the current of the soul.

4 Great God, I own thy power divine,
That works to change this heart of mine ;
I would be formed anew, and bless

The wonders of creating grace.

HYMN 161. C. M. Reading, [b]
Christian Virtues ; or. Difficulty of going to Heaven

1 O TRAIT is the way, the door is strait,
O That leads to joys on high ;

'Tis but a few that find the gate,
While crowds mistake and die.

2 Beloved self must be denied,
The mind and will renewed ;

Passion suppressed and patience tried,
And vain desires subdued.

3 (Flesh is a dangerous foe to grace,
Where it prevails and rules ;

Flesh must be humbled, pride abased.
Lest they destroy our souls.)

4 The love of gold be banished hence^
That vile idolatry ;

And every member, every sense,
In sweet subjection lie.

5 The tongue, that most unruly power^
Requires a strong restraint ;

We must be watchful every hour,

And pray, but never faint.
e 6 Lord ! can a feeble, helpless worm,

Fulfill a task so hard ?
o Thy grace must all my work perform,

And give the free reward.

HYMN 162. C. M. Swanwick. [*]

Meditation of Heaven ; or, The Joy of Faith,
1 IVfY thoughts surmount these lower skies,
i-'-l- And look within the vail ;
o There springs of endless pleasure rise,
The waters never fail.



468 HYMN 163. Book II.

—2 There I behold, with sweet delight,
The blessed Three in One ;
And strong affections fix my sight
On God's incarnate Son.

o 3 His promise stands forever firm j

His grace shall ne'er depart;
—He binds my name upon his arm,

And seals it on his heart.

4 Light are the pains that nature brings :

How short our sorrows are —
When with eternal, future things,

The present we compare !

o 5 I would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,
Where I forever hope to dwell
Near my Redeemer's face.

W- : -^ ; ' a 1 - i -im

HYMN 163. C. M. Reading. [*]
Complaint of Desertion and Temptations.

1 [ I YEAR Lord, behold our sore distress j

JL^ Our gins attempt to reign,
Stretch out thine arm of conquering grace,
And let thy foes be slain.

2 (The lion, with his dreadful roar,
Affrights thy feeble sheep :

Reveal the glory of thy power,
And chain him to the deep.

3 Must we indulge a long despair .'*
Shall our petitions die ?

Our mournings never reach thine earj
Nor tears affect thine eye .'')

4 If Thou despise a mortal groan,
Yet hear a Saviour's blood ;

An Advocate, so near the throne,
Pleads and prevails with God.

5 He brought the Spirit's powerful sword,
To slay our deadly foes :

Our sins shall die beneath thy word.
And hell in vain oppose.

6 How boundless is our Father's grace,
In height, and depth, and length !

He made his Son our righteousness ,
His Spirit is our strength.]



Book II. HYMN 164, 165. 469

HYMN 164. C. M. Windsor [b]

Tlie End of the World.
1 ['¥'1|' rHY should this earth delight us so ?

V V Why should we fix our eyes
On these low grounds, where sorrows grow,
And every pleasure dies?
e 2 While Time his sharpest teeth prepares

Our comforts to devour,
o There is a land above the stars,

And joys above his power.
€ 3 Nature shall be dissolved and die,

The sun must end his race ;
— The earth and sea forever Hj

Before my Saviour's face.
o 4 When will that glorious morning rise ?
When the last trumpet sound,
And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground ?]

HYMN 165. C. M. Wantage. China, [b]
Unfruitfulness , Ignorance, and unsanctified Affections.
p 1 "I" ONG have I sat beneath the sound
■ i A Of thy salvation, Lord;
But still how weak my faith is found —
And knowledge of thy word !
e 2 Oft 1 frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain ;
How small a portion of thy grace

My memory can retain !
3 [My dear Almighty, and my God,

How little art thou known.
By all the judgments of thy rod,
And blessings of thy throne !]
p 4 (How cold and feeble is my love !
How negligent my fear !
How low my hopes of joys above !
How few aifections there !)
— 5 Great God, thy sovereign power impart,
To give thy word success ;
Write thy salvation in my heart.
And make me learn thy grace.
o 6 (Show my forgetful feet the way.
That leads to joys on high ;
There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.)
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470 HYMN 166, 167. Bobk II.

HYMN 166. C. M. Mltcham. [*]

The Divine Perfections.

1 [XTOW shall I praise th' eternal God,

XA That Infinite Unknown ?
e Who can ascend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne ?

2 (The great Invisible ! he dwells
Concealed in dazzling light :

j3 But his all-searching eye reveals

The secrets of the night.
i — 3 Those watchful eyes that never sleep,

Survey the world around ;
e His wisdom is a boundless deep,

Where all our thoughts are drowned.)
o 4 (Speak we of strength ? his arm is strongs

To save or to destroy ;
e Infinite years his life prolong,

And endless is his joy.)
-^5 (He knows no shadow of a changej

Nor alters his decrees ;
g Firm as a rock his truth remains.

To guard his promises.)
p 6 (Sinners before his presence die :

How holy is his name !
d His anger and his jealousy

Burn like devouring flame.)
e 7 Justice, upon a dreadful throne,

Maintains the rights of God ;
o While Mercy sends her pardons down^

Bought with a Saviour's blood.
e 8 Now to my soul, immortal King,
— Speak some forgiving word ;
o Then 'twill be double joy to sing
o The glories of my Lord.]

HYMN 167. L. M. Psalm 97. [*]

The same.

1 j;^ RE AT God ! thy glories shall employ

VlJr My holy fear, my humble joy j
My lips, in songs of honour, bring
Their tribute to th' eternal King.

2 (Earth and the stars, and worlds unknown,
Depend, precarious, on his throne ;

All nature hangs upon his word,
And grace and glory own their Lord.)



Book II. HYMN 168. 47%

3 (His sovereign power what mortal knows ?
If he commandsj who dare oppose ?

With strength he girds himself around,
And treads the rebels to the ground.)

4 (Who shall pretend to teach him skill,.
Or guide the counsels of his will .''

His wisdom, like a sea divine,

Flows deep and high beyond our line.)

5 (His Name is holy, and his eye
Burns with immortal jealousy ;

He hates the sons of pride, and sheds
His fiery vengeance on their heads.)

6 (The beamings of his piercing sight
Bring dark hypocrisy to light ;
Death and destruction naked lie.
And hell uncovered to his eye.)

7 (Th' eternal law before him stands s
His justice, with impartial hands.
Divides to all their due reward,

Or by the sceptre or the sword.)

8 (His mercy, like a boundless sea,
Washes our load of guilt away ;

While his own Son came down and died,
To engage his justice on our side.)

9 (Each of his words demands my faith;
My soul can rest on all lie saith ;

His truth inviolably keeps
The largest' promise of his lips.)

10 Oh^ tell me, with a gentle voice,
Thou art my Gody and I'll rejoice :
Filled with thy love, I dare proclaim
The brightest honours of thy name.

HYMN 168. L.M. Old Hundred, Ps(ilm97, [*]
The same.

1 1"EHOVAH reigns — his throne is high,
•J' His robes are light and majesty ;

His glory shines with beams so bright,

No mortal can sustain the sight.
e 2 His terrors keep the world in awe.

His justice guards his hoi}'' law ; —
His love reveals a smiling face,

His truth and promise seal th,e grace.
-r^3 Through all his works his wisdom shineSj,

A^d baffles Satan's deep designs;



472 HYMN 169. Book II.

o His power is sovereign to fulfill
The noblest counsels of his will.

c 4 And will this glorious Lord descend,

To be my Father and my Friend ?
g Then let my songs with angels join !

Heaven is secure, if God be mine.

HYMN 169. P. M. Triumph. [*]

Tlie same.

1 f I iHE Lord Jehovah reigns,

JL His throne is built on high;
The garments he assumes.
Are light and majesty ;

His glories shine

With beams so bright,

No mortal eye

Can bear the sight.

g 2 The thunders of his hand.
Keep the wide world in awe ;
His wrath and justice stand.
To guard his holy law ;
e And where his love

Resolves to bless,
o His truth confirms

And seals the grace.

— 3 Through all his ancient works.
Surprising wisdom shines ;
Confounds the powers of hell,
And breaks their cursed designs :
o Strong is his arm —

And shall fulfill
g His great decrees,

His sovereign will.

e 4 And can this mighty King
Of glory condescend —
And will he write his name,
My Father and my Friend ?
o I love his name,

I love his word ;
tt Join, all my powers,

And praise the Lord.



Book II. HYMN 170. 479

HYMN 170. L.M. Psalm'dl.OldHundred.l*}
God incomprehensible and sovereign'

1 [/^AN creatures, to perfection, find

\->' Th' eternal, uncreated Mind ?
Or can the largest stretch of thought
Measure and search his nature out ?

2 'Tis high as heaven ! 'tis deep as hell !
And what can mortals know or tell ?
His glory spreads beyond the sky,

And all the shining worlds on high.

3 But man, vain man, would fain be wise $
Born like a wild young colt, he flies
Through all the follies of his mind,

And smells and snuffs the empty wind.J

4 God is a King of power unknown ;
Firn^ are the orders of his throne ;

e If he resolve, who dare oppose,
Or ask him why, or what he does ?

•^-5 He wounds the heart, and he makes whole 5

He calms the tempests of the soul ;
e When he shuts up in long despair,

Who can remove the heavy bar ?

g 6 He frowns — and darkness veils the moon— »
The fainting sun grows dim at noon ;
The pillars of heaven's starry roof
Tremble and start at his reproof.

7 He gave the vaulted heaven its form^
The crooked serpent and the worm;
He breaks the billows with his breath,
And smites the sons of pride to death.

-^8 These are a portion of his ways,
e But who shall dare describe his face ?
§ Who can endure the light ? or stand
To hear the thunders of his hand ?



]pKD OF THE SECOND BOO]^.
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HYMNS



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SPIRITUAL SONGS.



BOOK III.

prepaked for the holy ordinance of the
lord's supper.

HYMN 1. L. M. Gloucester. [* b]
The Lord's Slipper instituted. 1 Cor. xi. 23, &c.

1 JrpiWAS on that dark, that doleful night,

JL When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes —

2 Before the mournful scene began.

He took the bread, and blessed and brake j
e What love through all his actions ran !

What wondrous words of grace he spake !
d 3 This is my body — broke for sin —

Receive and eat the living food :
— Then took the cup and blessed the wine :
d ' Tis the new covenant in my blood.

4 [For us his flesh with nails was torn ;
He bore the scourge, he left the thorn j
And justice poured upon his head

Its heavy vengeance, in our stead.

5 For us his vital blood was spilt,
To buy the pardon of our guilt ;
When for black crimes of biggest size,
He gave his soul a sacrifice.]

6 Do this, he cried, till time shall end,
In memory of your dying friend;
Meet at my table, and record

The love of your departed Lord.
7 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate ;

We show thy death, we sing thy name
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.



Book III. HYMN 2, 3. 475

' HYMN 2. S. M. Dover. [*]

Communion with Christ and with Saints. 1 Cor. x. 16,17.

1 [ "TESUS invites his saints

«7 To meet around his board ;
Here pardoned rebels sit, and hold
Communion with their Lord.

2 For food he gives his flesh ;
He bids us drink his blood :

Amazing favour ! matchless grace —
Of our descending God !]

3 This holy bread and wine
Maintain our fainting breath,

By union with our living Lord^
And interest in his death.

4 Our heavenly Father calls
Christ and his members one ;

e We the young children of his love,
o And he the First-born Son.

5 We are but several parts
Of the same broken bread ;

One body hath its several limbs,
o But Jesus is the head.

o 6 Let all our powers be joined.
His glorious Name to raise :
Pleasure and love fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.

' HYMN a C. M. York [*]

Tlie JVew Covenant sealed.
1 " r I iHE promise of my Father's love
_l_ Shall stand forever good" —
e He said — and gave his soul to death.

And sealed the grace with blood.
— 2 To this dear covenant of thy word
I set my worthless name ;
I seal th' engagement to my Lord, '

And make my humble claim.

3 The light, and strength, and pardoning grace,
And glory shall be mine ;

My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my powers are thine.

4 I call that legacy my own,
Which Jesus did bequeath ;

p 'Twas purchased with a dying groan,
And ratified in death.



476 HYMN 4, 5. Book lU.

o 5 Sweet is the memory of his name,
Who blessed us in his will ;
And to his testament of love,
Made his own life the seal.

HYMN 4. C. M, Canterbury, [bj

Christ's- dying Love,
e 1 "TTOW condescending, and how kind

JL J_ Was God's eternal Son !
e Our misery reached his heavenly mind,

And pity brought him down.
e 2 [When Justice, by our sins provoked,_

Drew forth his dreadful sword ;
—He gave his soul up to the stroke,

Without a murmuring word,]
p 3 He sunk beneath onr heavy woesy
o To raise us to his throne :
— There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows,
e But cost his heart a groan.
— 4 This was compassion like a God —

That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,

His pity ne'er withdrew.
o 5 Now, though he reigns exalted bigh,_

His love is still as great :
e Well he remembers Calvary —

Nor let his saints forget,
c 6 [Here we beliold his. bowels roll,
— As kind as when he died ;
p And see the sorrows of his soul,

Bleed through his wounded side.
—7 Here we receive repeated seals

Of Jesus' dying love :
Hard is the wretch who never feela

One soft affection move.]
p 8 Here let our hearts begin to melt,

While we his death record ;
— And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,

Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

"" HYMN 5. C. M. Barby. [*] ^

Christ the Bread of Life. John vi. 31, 35, 39i.
1 T ET us adore th' eternal Word ;
g i i 'Tis he our souls hath fed :
-—Thou art the living stream, O Lord,
AM thou th' immortal bread...



Book III. HYMN 6. 477

2 [The manna came from lower skies,
But Jesus from above ;

Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise,
And rivers flow with love.

3 The Jews, the fathers, died at last,
Who ate the heavenly bread ;

But these provisions which we taste,
Can raise us from the dead.]
o 4 Blest be the Lord, who gives his flesh,
To nourish dying men ;
And often spreads his table fresh,
Lest we should faint again.
— 5 Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath.
While Jesus finds supplies ;
Nor shall our graces sink to death,
o For Jesus never dies.
e 6 Daily our mortal flesh decays,
o But Christ our life shall come ;
o His unresisted power shall raise
Our bodies from the tomb.

HYMN 6. L. M. Bath. [*]

The Memorial of our absent Lord. John xvi. 16. Luke
xxii. 19. John xiv. 3.

1 TESUS is gone above the skies,

ft^ Where our weak senses reach him not ;
e And carnal objects court our eyes.

To thrust our Saviour from our thought.

2 He knows what wandering hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face ;

— And, to refresh our minds, he gave

These kind memorials of his grace.
o 3 The Lord of life this table spread,

With his own flesh and dying blood ',

We on the rich provision feed.

And taste the wine, and bless our God.
— 4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem ;
o Christ and his love fill every thought.

And faith and hope be fixed on him.
— 5 Whilst he is absent from our sight,
o 'Tis to prepare our souls a place,

That we may dwell in heavenly light,
g And live forever near his face.
— 6 [Our eyes look upwards to the hills,

Whence our returning Lord shall come



478 HYMN 7, 8. Book IIL

We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing spirits home.]

HYMN 7. L. M. Gloucester, [h]
Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ. Cral.vi.l4.

1 [Tl^rHEN I survey the wondrous cross,
▼ T On whicli the Prince of glory died^

My richest gain, I count but loss.

And pour contempt on ail my pride.
c 2 Forbid it. Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God
—All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to thy blood.
e 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet.

Sorrow and love flow mingled down !

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet ?

Or thorns compose so rich a crown ?
e 4 (His dying crimson, like a robe.

Spreads o'er his body on the tree j
— Then am I dead to all the globe,

And all the globe is dead to me.)
o 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small j

Love, so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, n^y all.]

HYMN 8. C. M. Bethlehem. [*]

The Tree of Life.
1 \_f^ OME, let us join a joyful tune,

v-y* To our exalted Lord :
Ye saints on high, around his throne,
And we around his board.
e 2 While once upon this lower ground.

Weary and faint ye stood ;
—What dear refreshment here ye found,

From this immortal food.
p 3 The tree of life, that, near the throne^
In heaven's high garden grows f
Laden with grace, bends gently down
Its ever-smiling boughs,
r— 4 (Hovering, among the leaves, there stands



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