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Up to his Father's throne :

He, dearest Lord, perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens ev'ry groan.

6 Ten thousand praises to the King •,
Hosanna in the high'st :

Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God, and to his Christ.]



Book II. HYMN 38, 39, 40. 3 97

HYMN 36. C. M York. [*]
Love to God.
1 TYAPPY the heart where graces reign

-O. Where !cve inspires the breast :
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.
e 2 Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain.
And all in vain our fear 5
Our stubborn sins will right and reign,
If love be absent there.
o 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet

In swift obedience move ;
e The devils know, and tremble too, —

But Satan cannot love.
o 4 This is the grace that lives, and sings,
When faith and hope will cease ;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings

In the sweet realms of biiss.
5 Before we quite forsake our clay,

Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away,
To see our smiling God.

HYMN 39. C. M. Canterbury, [b] '
The Shortness and Misery of Life.
1 [/OjUR days, alas ! our mortal days
^-r Are short, and wretched too :
Evil and few, the patriarch says,
And well the patriarch knew.]
e 2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound,
That heaven allows to men,
And pains and sins run through the round
Of threescore years and ten.
3 Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on my days in haste ;
Moments of sin, and months of wo,
Ye cannot fly too fust.
— 4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul,

And call her to the skies, —
Where years of long salvation roll,
And glory never dies.

HYMN 40. C. M. Abridge. [*J
Comfort in the Covenant with Christ.
1 tf^LR God, how firm his promise stands,
^ E'en when be hides his face ;



398 HYMN 41, 42. Book II.

He trusts in our Redeemer's bands
His glory, and his grace.

e 2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints,
Since Christ and we are one ?

—Thy God is faithful to his saints-
Is faithful to his Son.
3 Beneath bis smiles my heart has liv'd,
And part of heaven possess'd :

o I praise his Name for^grace receiv'd,
And trust him for the rest.

HYMN 41. L. M. Castle-Street. [*]
A Sia-ht of God mortifies us to the World.

1 [T TT to the fields where angels He,

*J And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly, —
But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ
Can make this world of guilt remove ;
And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st,
On thy kind wings, celestial Dove.]

3 O might I once mount up, and see
The glories of th' eternal skies, —

What little things these worlds would be !
How despicable to my eyes 1

4 Had 1 a glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon ; —
Vanish, as though I saw them not ;

As a dim candle dies at noon.
d 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave ;
I should perceive the noise no more,
Than w, e can hear a shaking leaf,
While rattling thunders round us roar.
6 Great All in All, eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely face ; —
And all my powers shall bow, and sing
Thme endless grandeur, and thy grace.

HYMN 42. C. M. Tunbridge. [b]

Delight in God.

1 "jl/jY God, what endless pleasures dwell

1*1 Above, at thy right hand !
Thy courts below, how amiable,
Where all thy graces stand !



Book II. HYMN 43. 399

O 2 The swallow near thy temple lies,
And chirps a cheerful note :
The lark mounts up vvard tow'rd the skies,
And tunes her warbling throat.

3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord,
We shout with cheerful tongues :

Or sitting round our Father's board,
We crown the feast with songs.

4 While Jesus shines with quick'ning grace.
We sing, and mount on high ;

p But if a frown becloud his face,
We faint, and tire, and die.

5 Just as we see the lonesome dove
Bemoan her widow'd state :

Wand'ring she flies thro' all the grove,
And mourns her loving mate :

6 Just so our thoughts, from thing to thing,
In restless circles rove ;

Just so we droop, and hang the wing,
When Jesus hides his love.]

HYMN 43. L. M. Sheffield. Leeds. [*]
Christ's Sufferings and Glory.
o 1 TVTOW for a tune of lofty praise,

-I- ^ To great Jehovah's equal Son !
o Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,

Tell the loud wonders he hath done.

2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light,

And the bright robes he wore above 5
u How swift and joyful was the flight,

On wings of everlasting love.
e 3 (Down to this base, this sinful earth,

He came, to raise our nature high ;
p He came, t' atone almighty wrath : —

Jesus, the God, was born to die.)
e 4 [Hell and its lions roar'd around j

His precious blood the monsters spilt ;

While weighty sorrows press 'd him down,

Large as the loads of all our guilt. ]
a 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death,

Th' almighty, captive Pris'ner lay ;
O Th' almighty Captive left the earth,

And rose to everlasting day



400 HYMN 44, 45. Book II.

o 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light,
Up to this throne of shining grace ;
See what immortal glories sit —
Round the sweet beauties of his face.

g 7 Amongst a thousand hnrps and songs,
Jesus, the God, exalted reigns ;
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains I

HYMN 44. L. M. Pleyel's. [b]
Hell or the Vengeance of God.

1 [TI7TTH holy fear, and humble song,

* » The dreadful God our souls adore ;
Eev'rence and awe become the tongue,
That speaks the terrours of his power.

2 Far in the deep, where darkness dwells,
The land of horrour and despair, —
Justice has built a dismal hell,

And laid her stores of vengeance there.
2 (Eternal plagues and heavy chains,
Tormenting racks and fiery coals, —
And darts, t' inflict immortal pains,
Dy'd in the blood of damned souls.

4 There Satan, the first sinner, lies,
And roars, and bites his iron bands ;
In vain the rebel strives to rise,

Crush'd with the weight of both thy hands.)

5 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race
Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod :
Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace,
But they incens'd a dreadful God.

6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son:
Sinner, obey thy Saviour's Call ;

Else your damnation hastens on,
And hell gapes wide to wait your fall.]

HYMN 45. L. M. Mant.wich. [*]
God's Condescension to our Worship.
1 npHY favours, Lord, surprise our souls :
e 1 Will the ETERNAL dwell with us I
What cairst thou find beneatli the poles,
To tempt thy chariot downward thus r*
—2 Still might he fill his starry throne,
And please his ears with Gabriel's songs ;



Book II. HYMN 46, 47. 401

But heavenly Majesty comes down,
And bows to hearken to our tongues.
e 3 Great God ! what poor returns we pay,
For love so infinite as thine :
Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But thy compassion's all divine:

HYMN 46. L. M. Weldon. Portugal. [*]'
God's Condescension to human Jlffairs.

1 TTP to the Lord, who reigns on high,
**J And views the nations from afar,
o Let everlasting praises fly,

And tell how large his bounties are.
p 2 [He, who can shake the worlds he made,

Or with his word, or with his rod, —

His goodness, how amazing great !

And what a condescending God !]
e 3 God, who must stoop to view the skies,

And bow to see what angels do —

Down to the eartli he casts his eyes,

And bends his footsteps downward too.
— 4 He overrules all mortal things,

And manages our mean affairs :

On humble souls the King of kings

Bestows his counsels, and his cares.
e 5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour

Into the bosom of our God ;

He hears us in the mournful hour,

And helps to bear the heavy load.
— 6 In vain might lofty princes try

Such condescension to perform ;

For worms were never rais'd so high,

Above their meanest fellow-worm,
o 7 Oh ! could our thankful hearts devise

A tribute equal to thy grace —
o To the third heaven our songs should rise,
I And teach the golden harps thy praise.

HYMN 47. L. M. Green's. JVantwich T*f

Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ.
o 1 TV O W to the Lord a ncble song !

-L^l Awake, my soul ; awake, my tongue
Hosanna to th' Eternal Name,
u And all his boundless love proclaim



402 HYMN 48. Book II.

b 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,

The brightest image of his grace j
—God, in the person of his Son,

Has all his nrghtiest works outdone,
e 3 The spacious earth, and spreading flood,

Proclaim the wise, the powerful God ;

And thy rich glories, from afar, —

Sparkle in ev'ry rolling star : —
o 4 But in his looks a glory stands ,

The noblest labour of thine hands:

The pleasing lustre of his eyes

Outshines the wonders of the skies.
a 5 Grace ! — 'tis a sweet, a charming theme ;
—My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name !
o Ye angels, dwell upon the sound ;
u Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground !
— 6 Oh, may I reach the happy place,

Where he unveils his lovely face !
o Where all his beauties you behold ;

And sing his name to harps of gold.

HYMN 48. C. M. Reading, [b]
Love to the Creatures dangerous.

1 yrOW vain are all tilings here below,
-tl How false, and yet how fair 1

Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And ev'ry sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flatt'ring light :

We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood —

How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God !

4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!

Thither the warm affections move,

Nor can we call them thence.
9 5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food ;
« And grace command my heart away

From all created good.



Book II. HYMN 49, 50. 403

HYMN 49. C. M. Hymn 2«f. [*]
Moses dying in the Embraces of God.

1 \T\ EATH cannot make our souls afraid,

-LP If God be with us there ;
We may walk through the darkest shade.
And never yield to fear.

2 I could renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid ;

And run, if I were call'd to go,
And die as Moses did.

3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promis'd land ;

My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command.

4 Clasp'd in my heavenly Father's arms,
I would forget my breath ;

And lose my fife among the charms
Of so divine a death.]

HYMN 50. L. M. Sicilian, [b *]
Comforts under Sorrows and Pains.
1 []V"OYV let the Lord, my Saviour, smile,
1^1 And show my name upon his heart ,

1 would forget my pains awhile,
And iii the pleasure lose the smart.

2 But oh ! it swells my sorrows high,
To see my blessed Jesus frown ;

My spirits sink, my comforts die,
And all the springs of life are down.

3 Yet, why, my soul, why these complaints '
Still, while he frowns, his bowels move :
Still on his heart he bears his saints,

And feels their sorrows, and his love.

4 My name is printed on his breast ;
His book of life contains my name ;
I'd rather have it there impress'd,
Than in the bright records of fame.

5 When the last fire burns all things here,
Those letters shall securely stand,

And in the Lamb's fair book appear,
Writ by th' eternal Father's hand.

6 Now shall my minutes smoothly run.
Whilst here I wait my Father's will ;
My rising, and my setting sun,

Roll gently up and down the hill.]



404 HYMN 51, 52. Book II.

HYMN 51. L. M. Blendon. [*]
God the Son equal with the Father.
p 1 "O RIGHT King of glory, dreadful God !
JL' Our spirits bow before tliy seat ; —

To thee we lift an bumble thought,

And worship at thine awful feet.

2 [Thy power hath form'd, thy wisdom sways,

AH nature with a sovereign word :

And the bright world of stars obeys

The will of their superiour Lord.
— 3 Mercy and truth unite in one,

And smiling sit at thy right hand ;
g Eternal justice guards thy throne,

And vengeance waits thy dread command.]

4 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,

Stand round the glorious Deity : —

But who, amongst the sons of light,

Pretends comparison with thee ?
o 5 Yet there is one, of human frame,

Jesus, array 'd in flesh and blood,

Thinks it no robbery to claim

A full equality with God.
— 6 Their glory shines with equal beams ;

Their essence is for ever one ;

Though they are known by difFrent names,

The Father God, and God the Son.
o 7 Then let the Name of Christ, our King,

With equal honours be ador'd ;

His praise let every angel sing,

And all the nations own him Lord.

HYMN 52. C. M. Bangor, [b]
Death dreadful or delightful.

1 [T\EATH ! 'tis a melancholy day

JL' To those who have no God, —
When the poor soul is forc'd away
To seek her last abode.

2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes ;
But guilt, a heavy chain.

Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.

3 Awake, and mourn, ye heirs of hell,
Tiet stubborn sinners fear ;



Book II. HYMN 53. 405

You must be driven from earth to dwell

A long forever there !
4 See how the pit gapes wide for you

And flashes in your face ;
And thou, my soul, look downward too,

And sing recovering grace.
. 5 lie is a God of sovereign love,

Who promis'd heaven to me ;
And taught my soul to soar above,

Where happy spirits be.
6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand ;

Then come the joyful day :
Come, death, and some celestial band,

To bear my soul away.]

HYMN 53. C. M. Zion. [b *]
The Pilgrimage of the Saints.
el T ORD, what a wretched land is this,
i-J That yields us no supply ;
No cheering' fruits, no wholesome trees,

Nor streams of living joy !
2 But pricking thorns through all the ground,

And moital poisons grow ;
And all the rivers that are found,
With dangerous waters flow.
o 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode
Lies through this horrid land :
Lord ! we would keep the heavenly road,

And run at thy command.
4 [Our souls shall tread the desert through

With undiverted feet ;
And faith and flaming zeal subdue
The te« *f»ns that we meet.]
t 5 (A tNuj.so I savage beasts of prey

Around the forest roam ;
o But Judalfs Lion guards the way,
And guides the strangers home.)
e 6 Long nights and darkness dweli below,

With scarce a twinkling ray ;
o But the bright world, to which we go,

Is everlasting day
—7 By glimm'ring hopes, and gloomy fears,
We trace the sacred road j



406 HYMN 54. Book II.

Through dismal deeps, and dang'rous snares,
We make our way to God.
e 8 Our journey is a thorny maze,
— But we march upwards still ;
o Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.
9 [See the kind angels, at the gates,

Inviting us to come ;
There Jesus, the Forerunner, waits
To welcome trav'lers home.
— 10 There, on a green and flow'ry mount
Our weary souls shall sit, —
And, with transporting joys, recount

The labours of our feet.
11 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue

Nor trifles vex our ear ;
Infinite grace shall fill our song,
And God rejoice to hear,
o 12 Eternal glories to the King
Who brought us safely through,
Our tongues shall never cease to sing j
And endless praise renew.]

flYMN 54. C. M. Arundel. St. Martin's. [*]
God's Presence is Light in Darkness.

1 TV/I Y God, the spring°of all my joys,
Ivl The life of my delights ;

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights -. —

2 In darkest shades, if he appear,
My dawning is he gun ;

9 He is my soul's sweet morning star.

And he my rising sun.
a 3 The op'ning heavens around ^* sniLe,

With beams of sacred bliss j
While Jesus shows his heart is mine,

And whispers I am his.
o 4 My soul would leave this heavy cla/,

At that transporting word ;
u Run up with joy the shining way,

T' embrace my dearest Lord.
o 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,

I'd break through ev'ry foe ;



Book II. HYMN 55, 56. 407

The wings of love, and arms of faith,

Shall b ear me conqu'ror through.

" HYMN 55. C. M. Bangor, [b]

Frail Life, and succeeding Eternity.
e 1 rj^HEE we adore, Eternal Name,
A And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,

What dying worms are we !
2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still,

As months and days increase ;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.]
—3 (The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave ;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,

We're travelling to the grave.)
4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,

To push us to the tomb ;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
p 5 Good God I on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things !
Th' eternal state of all the dead,
Upon life's feeble strings.
e 6 Infinite joy, or endless wo,
Attends on ev'ry breath ;
And yet how unconcern'd we go,
Upon the brink of death !
— 7 Waken, OLord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road ;
And if our souls are hurried bence,

May th ey be found with God.

HYMN 56. C. M. Windsor, [b] '

The Misery of being without Ovd.

1 []V"0, 1 shall envy them no more,

1^1 Who grow profanely great,
Though they increase their golden store,
And rise to wondrous height.

2 They taste of all the joys that grow
Upon the earthly clod !

Well, they may search the creature through,
For they have ne'er a God —

3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too,
And think your life your own :



408 HYMN 57, 58. Book II.

But death comes hast'ning on to you,
To mow your glory down.

4 Yes, you must bow your stately head ;
Away your spirit flies : —

And no kind angel near your bed,
To bear it to the skies.

5 Go, now, and boast of all your stores,
And tell how bright they shine !

Your heaps of glitt'ring dust are yours,
And my Redeemer's mine.]

HYMN 57. L. M. Portugal. [*]

The Pleasures of a good Conscience.

L [T ORD, how secure and blest ere they,

■iL' Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin !

Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,

Their minds have heaven and peace within.

2 The day glides swiftly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love :

And, soft and silent as the shades,
Their nightly minutes gently move.

3 (Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,
But fly not half so fast away ;

Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.

4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills,
Where groves of living pleasures grow ;
And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles,
Sit undisturb'd upon their brow.)

5 They scorn to seek ou<- golden toys ;
But spend the day, and share the night,
In numb'ring o'er the richer joys,
That heaven prepares for their delight.

G While wretched we, like worms and moles,
Lie grovelling in the dust below :
Almighty grace, renew our souis,
And we'll aspire to glory too.]

HYMN 58. C. M. Reading, [b *]
Shortness of Life, and Ls^odness of God.
e 1 HPIME ! what an empty vapour 'tis!
A And days, how swift they are !
Swift as an Indian arrow flies,
Or like a shooting star



Book II. HYMN 59. 409

2 Tha present moments just appear,
Then slide away in haste ;

That we can never say, they're here,
But only say, they're past.

3 [Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh ;

The moment when our lives begin,

We all begin to die.]
— 4 Yet, mighty God ! our fleeting days

Thy lasting favours share ;
Yet, with the bounties of thy grace

Thou load'st Ukj rolling year.
5 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us focd,

And we are cloth'd with love ;
While grace stands pointing out the road,

That leads our souls above.
o 6 His goodness runs an endless round ;

All glory to the Lord !
His mercy never knows a bound ;

And be his name ador'd !
7 [Thus we begin the lasting song :

And when we close our eyes,
Let the next age thy praise prolong,

Till time and nature dies.]

HYMN 59. CM. St. Paul. Hymn 2d. [*J
Paradise on Earth.

1 f^ LOSY to God who walks the sky,
vJ And sends his blessings through ;

Who tells his saints of joys on high,
And gives a taste below.

2 [Glory to God, who stoops his throne,
That dust and worms may see't ;

And brings a glimpse of glory down,
Around his sacred feet.]

3 When Christ, with all his graces crown'd,
Sheds his kind beams abroad ;

'Tis a young heaven on earthly ground,

And glory in the bud.
o 4 A blooming Paradise of joy

In this wild desert springs ;
And ev'ry sense I straight employ

On sweet, celestial things



410 HYMN 60. Book II. '

5 [White lilies all around appear,
And each his glory shows :

The rose of Sharon blossoms here,
The fairest flower that blows.

6 Cheerful I feast on heavenly fruit,
And bring the pleasures down, —

Pleasures that flow hard by the foot
Of the eternal throne.]
t 7 But ah ! how soon my joys decay !
How soon my sins arise,
And snatch the heavenly scene away
From these lamenting eyes.
e 8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when,
The shining day appear,
That I shall leave these clouds of sin,
And guilt and darkness here ?
o 9 Up to the fields above the skies,

My hasty feet would go ;
o There everlasting flowers arise,
There joys unwith'ring grow.

HYMN 60. L. M. Green's. [*]
The Truth of God the Promiser.

1 T>RAISE, everlasting praise, be paid

-I To him who earth's foundation laid :
Praise to the God, whose strong decrees
Sway the creation as he please.

2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord,
Who rules his people by his word •,
And there, as strong as his decrees,
He sets his kindest promises.

3 (Firm are the words his prophets give,
Sweet words, on which his children live ;
Each of them is the word of God,

Who spoke, and spread the skies abroad.)
9 4 [Each of them powerful as that sound,

That bid the new-made world go round ;

And stronger than the solid poles,

On which the wheel of nature rolls.]
e 5 Whence then should doubts and fears arise »

Why trickling sorrows drown our eyesr
e Slowly, alas ! our mind receives

The comforts that our Maker gives.



Book II. HYMN 61, 62. 411

— 6 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith.
To credit what the Almighty saith ; —
T' embrace the message of his. Son,
And call the joys of heaven our own.
g 7 Then should the earth's old pillars shake,
And all the wheels of nature break ;
Our steady souls shall fear no more,
Than solid rocks when billows roar.
8 [Our everlasting hopes arise
Above the ruinable skies, —
Where the eternal Builder reigns,
And his own courts his power sustains.]
HYMN 61. CM. Me of Wig lit. |"b*]
A Thought nf Death and Glory.
e 1 1VTY soul, come meditate the day,
l»-l And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.
p 2 (And you, mine eyes, look down and view
The hollow gaping tomb ;
This gloomy prison waits for you,
Whene'er the summons come.)
e 3 Oh ! could we die with those who die

And place us in their stead ;

— Then would our spirits learn to fly,

And converse with the dead.

4 Then should we see the saints above,
In their own glorious forms ;

And wonder why our suuls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.

5 [How we should scorn these clothes of flesh
These fetters, and this load, —

And long for evening to undr«ss,
That we may rest with God.]
o 6 We should almost fcrsake our clay,
Before the summons come ;
And pray and wish our souls away,

To their eterna l home.

HYMN 62. C. M. [b]
God the Thunderer. *
1 [ © ING to the Lord, ye heavenly hoste,
O And thou, O earth, adore ;
* Made in a rrreat, sudden storm of thunder, Aug
20, 1697
27



412 HYMN 63, 64. Book II.

Let death and hell, through all their coasts,
Stand trembling at his power.

2 His sounding chariots shake the sky }
He makes the clouds his throne ;

There all his stores of lightning lie,
Till vengeance darts them down.

3 His nostrils breathe out fiery streams j
And, from his awful tongue,

A sovereign voice divides the flames,

And thunder rolls along.
p 4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day,

When this incensed God
Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,

And fling his wrath abroad 1

5 What shall the wretch, the sinner do?
He once defy'd the Lord!

But he will dread the Thund'rer now,
And sink beneath his word.

6 Tempests of angry fire shall roll,
To blast the rebel worm, —

And beat upon his naked soul
In one eternal storm.]

HYMN 63. C. M. Bishopsgate. [*]
A Funeral Thought.
e 1 TJ ARK ! from the tombs a doleful sound !

-H Mine ears attend the cry —
d ' Ye living men, come view the ground,
' Where you must shortly lie.
2 ' Princes, this clay must be your bed,

' In spite of all your towers ;
'The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head,
' Must lie as low as ours.'
p 3 Great God ! is this our certain doom ?
And are we still secure !
Still walking downwards to our tomb,
And yet prepare no more !
— 4 Grant us the powers of quick'ping grace,

To fit our souls to fly ;
o Then, when we drop this dying flesh,



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