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4 The wondering world shall learn thy grace,
4 Thy wisdom and thy righteousness.']

PSALM 41. L. M. Jrmley. Shoel. [*]~*

Ver. 1, 2, 3. The merciful Man.
1 T>LEST is the man, whose bowels move,
.13 Aad melt with pity to the poor ;
p Whose soul, by sympathizing love,

Feels what his fellow saints endure.
—2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hands can do ;

116 PSALM 42.

e He, in a time of gen'ral grief,

> — Shall find the Lord has mercy too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head;
o When drought, and pestilence, and dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.

e 4 Or, if he languish on his couch,
— God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n ;
o Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heav'n.

PSALM 42. C. M. First Part. Plymouth, [b]
Ver. 1—5. Desertion and Hope.
1 "T^7"ITH earnest longings of the mind,
e TT My God, to thee I look ;
— So pants the hunted hart to find,
And taste the cooling brook.

e 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,

And meet my God again ?
e So long an absence from thy face

My heart endures with pain.

3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast ;
—The foe insults without control,
d " And where's your God at last ?"

p 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days ;
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.

e 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far,
Beneath this heavy load ?
Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And sin against my God ?

— 6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand

Can all thy woes remove,
o For I shall yet before him stand,

And sing restoring love.

L. M. Babylon. [*]
Ver. 6 — 11. Hope in Affliction.
p 1 ]^T Y spirit sinks within me, Lord —
— 1TX But I will call thy name to mind ;

PSALM 44. 117

m . _ j ■ ■ — -

And times of past distress record,

When I have found my God was kind.
e 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise,

Swell like a sea, and round nae spread ;

Thy water-spouts drown all my joys,

And rising waves roll o'er my head.
— 3 Yet will the Lord command his love,

When I address his throne by day ;

Nor in the night his grace remove,

The night shall hear me sing and pray,
e 4 I'll cast myself before his feet,
d And say, 4 My God, my heav'nly Rock,
p l Why doth thy love so long forget

4 The soul that groans beneath thy stroke V*
—5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low,
e Why should my soul indulge in grief?
© Hope in the Lord, and praise him too ;

He is my rest, my sure relief.
o 6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still %

Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,

And lead me to thy holy hill,

My God, my most exceeding joy.

PSALM 44. C. M. China. Bedford, fb]
V. 1, 2, 3, 8, 15 — 26. The Church?* Complaint in Per-

1 " |* ORD, we have heard thy works of old,

I J Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days: —

2 How thou didst build thy churches here.
And make thy gospel known ;

o Amongst them did thine arm appear,

Thy light and glory shone.
o 3 In God they boasted all the day,

And in a cheerful throng,
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,

And grace was all their song.
e 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame,

Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,

And fools reproach thy grace.
—5 [Yet have we not forgot our God,

Nor falsely dealt with heav'n ;

118 PSALM 45.

Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast giv'n.

e 6 Though dragons all around us roar,
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore,
Hard by the gates of death.


7 We are exposM all day to die,

As martyrs for thy cause ;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie

By sharp and bloody laws.]

— 3 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace !

e Why should we look like men abhorred,
Or banishM from thy face ?

9 [Wilt thou forever cast us off,

And still neglect our cries ?
Forever hide thine heav'nly love,

From our afflicted eyes ?

p 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,

And dies upon the ground ;
d Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,

And all their pow'rs confound.]

-—11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour, and our God ;
We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.

PSALM 45, S, M. Dover. [*]

The Glory of Christ.
1 [TV/1" y Saviour and my King,
-LtJL Thy beauties are divine ;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And ev'ry grace is thine.

O 2 Now make thy glories known,
t— Gird on thy dreadful sword,
And ride in majesty, to spread
The conquests of thy word.

3 Strike through thy stubborn foes,
£ Or melt their hearts t' obey ;

•—While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,
Attend thy glorious way.

PSALM 45. m

a 4 Thy laws, O God, are right,
Thy throne shall ever stand ;
And thy victorious gospel proves
A sceptre in thy hand.

o 5 Thy Father and thy God,
—- Hath, without measure, shed
His Spirit like a joyful oil

T' anoint thy sacred head.

e 6 Behold, at thy right hand
The Gentile church is seen
Like a fair bride in rich attire,
— And princes guard the queen.

7 Fair bride, receive his love,
Forget thy Father's house,
Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods,
And pay thy Lord thy vows.

o 8 O let thy God and King

Thy sweetest thoughts employ ;

<o Thy children shall his honours sing
In palaces of joy.]

C. M. Arundel. Mear. ['*]
Glories and Government of Christ.
1 "l^LL speak the honours of my King,

JL His form divinely fair ;
None of the sons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.

b 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heav'nly gract.

Upon thy lips is shed ;
—Thy God with blessings infinite

Hath crown'd thy sacred head.

g 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,
Ride with majestic sway ;
Thy terrour shall strike through thy foes.
And make the world obey.

4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Thy word of grace shall prove

A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule thy saints by love.

— 5 Justice and truth attend thee still \
e But mercy is thy choice ;
n And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill,
With most peculiar joys*

120 PSALM 45.

L. M. First Part. Blendon. [*]
The Glory of Christ and Power of his Gospel.
1 VTOW be my heart inspirM to sing*
JL^I The glories of my Saviour King ;
e Jesus the Lord, how heav'nly fair
His form ! how bright his beauties are !

— 2 O'er all the sons of human race

He shines with a superior grace ;
o Lore from his lips divinely flows,

And blessings all his state compose.

g 3 Dress thee in arms most mighty Lord,

Gird on the terrour of thy sword,

In majesty and glory ride

With truth and meekness at thy side.
e 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,

Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart ;
e Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,

Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.

g 5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,

Grace is the sceptre in thy hands ;

Thy laws and works are just and right,

Justice and grace are thy delight.
-6 God, thine own God, has richly shed

His oil of gladness on thy head ;
o And with his sacred Spirit blest

His first-born Son above the rest

L. M. Second Part. Oporto. GreerCs. [*"]
Christ and his Church,
e 1 ri"1HE King of saints, how fair his face !

JL Adorn'd with majesty and grace !
o He comes with blessings from above,

And wins the nations to his love,
b 2 At his right hand, our eyes behold

The queen, array 'd in purest gold ;
— The world admires her heavenly dress,

Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 He forms her beauties like his own,

He calls and seats her near his throne :
b Fair stranger, let thy heart forget

The idols of thy native state.
— 4 So shall the King the more rejoice

In thee, the fav'rite of his choice ;

PSALM 46. 121

Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy Maker, and thy Lord.

s 5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies !
.And all thy sons, a numerous train,
Each like a prince in glory reign.

g 6 Let endless honours crown his head ;

Let ev'ry age his praises spread ;
—While we with cheerful songs approve

The condescensions of his love.

PSALM 46. L. M. First Part. Leeds. Blendon. [*]

Churches Safety amidst Desolations.
1 d^i OD is the refuge of his saints,

xJT When storms of sharp distress invade ?
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

o 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd,
Down to the deep and buried there ;
Convulsions shake the solid world ;
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

« 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar —
e In sacred peace our souls abide ;
—While ev'ry nation, ev'ry shore,
e Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.

e 4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow

Supplies the city of our God ;
b Life, love, and joy still gliding through,

And wat'ring our divine abode.

—5 That sacred stream, thy holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls :
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

g 6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
Secure against a threat'ning hour ;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r.

L. M. Second Part. Blendon. [*]

God fights for his Church.

o 1 "1 * ET Zion in her King rejoice,

M-J Tho 1 tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise ;

122 PSALM 47.

g He utters his almighty voice,

« The nations melt — the tumult dies.

o 2 The Lord, of old, for Jacob fought ;

And Jacob's God is still our aid :
e Behold the works his hand hath wrought ;
a What desolations he has made !

o 3 From sea to sea, through all the shores,

He makes the noise of battle cease ;
g When from on high his thunder roars,

He awes the trembling world to peace,
s 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear ;

Charcots he burns with heav'nly flame :
p Keep silence, all the earth, — and heap

The sound and glory of his name.
d 5 u Be still — and learn that I am God t

" I'll be exalted o'er the lands ;

M I will be known and fear'd abroad,

" But still my throne in Zion stands."
e 6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King,
e While we so near thy presence dwell,
— Our faith shall sit secure, and sing
o Defiance to the gates of hell.

PSALM 47. C. M. Christmas. Arundel. [*)

Christ ascending and reigning.
o 1 f\ FOR a shout of sacred joy,
V-r To God the sov'reign King !
Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
— 2 Jesus our God ascends on high,
His heav'nly guards around,
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpets joyful sound.
o 3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains :
Let all the earth his honours sing ;
O'er all the earth he reigns-

e 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,

Let knowledge lead the song ;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound,

Upon a thoughtless tongue.
— 5 In Isra'l stood his ancient throne,

He lov'd that chosen race ;

PSALM 4«. !23

o But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's,
There Abraham's God is known ;
g- While pow'rs and princes, shields and swords,
Submit before his throne.

PSALM 48. S. M. 1st Part. Dover. Peckham. [*]
V. 1 — 8. The Church, the Honour and Safety of a Nation.
1 ipl REAT is the Lord our God,
\J" And let his praise be great.
He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.

h 2 These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they stand !
—The honours of our native place,
© The bulwarks of our land.

— 3 In Zion God is known,

A refuge in distress ;
e How bright has his salvation shone,
Through all her palaces !

— 4 When kings against her join'd,

And saw the Lord was there -;
d In wild confusion of the mind,
o They fled with hasty fear,

e 5 [When navies, tall and proud,

Attempt to spoil our peace,
o He sends his tempest roaring loud,

And sinks them in the seas.]

— 6 Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold,
Where his own sheep have been*

7 In ev'ry new distress
We'll to his house repair %
We'll think upon his wondrous grace,
And seek dehVrance there.

S. M. Second Part. Kibworih. St. Thomas. [*]
Ver. 10 — 14. Gospel Worship and Order,
1 IjlAR as thy name is known,

M- The world declares thy praise ;

124 PSALM 49.

Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs of honour raise.

o 2 With joy let Judah stand

On Zion's chosen hill,
o Proclaim the wonders cf thy hand,

And counsels of thy will.

e 3 Let strangers walk around
The city where we dwell ;
Compass and view the holy ground,
And mark the building well.

e 4 The order of thy house,
The worship of thy court,
The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,—
d And make a fair report.

5 How decent and how wise !
How glorious to behold !
— Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes j
And rites adorn'd with gold.

o 6 The God we worship now,
Will guide us till we die ;
Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

PSALM 49. C. M. First Part. Walsal [b]
Ver, 6 — 14. The Vanity of Life and Riches*

1 X/1THY does the man of riches grow

IT To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow,
W T ith every rising tide ?

2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,

And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they ?]

3 Not all his treasure can procure

His soul a short reprieve ;
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make bis brother live.

4 [Life is a blessing can't be sold,
The ransom is too high ;

Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.

PSALM 49. 135

5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The tim'rous and the brave,

Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.]

6 Yet His his inward thought and pride,
d " My house shall ever stand ;

** And that my name may long abide,

" I'll give it to my land,"
e 7 [Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost %

How soon his mem'ry dies !
— His name is written in the dust,

Where his own carcass lies.]

— 8 This is the folly of their way :
And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again,

9 Men, void of wisdom and of grace,
If honour rais'd them high,

e Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
a And like the beast they die.

10 [Laid in the grave, like silly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there ;

'Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
In terrour and despair.]

C. M. Second Part. York. [*]
Ver. 14, 15. Death and the Resurrection*
1 ~W7"E sons of pride, who hate the just,

JL And trample on the poor,
When death has brought you down to dust$
Your pomp shall rise no more.

o 2 The last great day shall change the scene,
e When will that hour appear ?
When shall the just revive and reign
O'er all that scorn'd them here ?
—3 God will my naked soul receive,

When separate from the flesh ;
o And break the prison of the grave,

To raise my bones afresh,
e 4 Heav'n is my everlasting home,

Th' inheritance is sure ;
—Let men of pride their rage resume,
4 But I'll repine no more*


126 PSALM 49, 50.

L. M. Bath. |*]
The rich Sinner's Death,

1 ["WT^HY do the proud insult the poor,

f ¥ And boast the large estates they hare ?
How vain are riches to secure
Their haughty owners from the grave !

2 They can't redeem one hour from death,
With all the wealth in which they trust ;
Nor give a dying brother breath,

When God pommands him down to dust

3 There the dark earth and dismal shade
Shall clasp their naked bodies round :
That flesh, so delicately fed,

Lies cold, and moulders in the ground.

4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies,
Laid in the grave for worms to eat !

o The saints shall in the morning rise,

And find the oppressor at their feet,
e 5 His honours perish in the dust,

And pomp and beauty, birth and blood ;
© That glorious day exalts the just,

To full dominion o'er the proud,
p 6 My Saviour shall my life restore,

And raise me from my dark abode ;

My flesh and soul shall part no more,

But dwell forever near my God,]

PSALM 50. CM, 1st Part, Mear. Windsor, [b]
Ver. 1 — 6 t The last Judgment.

1 rilHE Lqrd, the Judge, before his throne
d JL Bids the whole earth draw nigh *,
^-The nations near the rising sun,

And near the western sky,

2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
d " Judgment will ne'er begin ;"

-. — No more abuse his long delay,
To impudence and sin,

g 3 Thron'd on a cloud, our God shall come $

Bright flames prepare his way ;
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,

Lead on the dreadful day !
—4 Heav'n from above his call shall hear,

Attending angels come ;

PSALM 50. 127

g And earth, and hell shall know, and fear,
His justice and their doom.

d5 " But gather all my saints," he cries,
44 Who made their peace with God,
" By the Redeemer's sacrifice,
44 And sealed it with his blood.

6 u Their faith and works, brougnt forth to light,

44 Shall make the world confess,
14 My sentence of reward is right ; —

44 And heav'n adore my grace."

C. M. Second Part. York. [*]

Ver. 10,1 1,14,15, 23. Obedience is better than Sacrifice*

1 [f ilHUS saith the Lord, 4 The spacious fields,

JL 4 And flocks and herds are mine ;
4 O'er all the cattle of the hills,
4 1 claim a right divine.

4 2 I ask no sheep for sacrifice,

4 Nor bullocks burnt with fire ;
4 To hope and love, to pray and praise,

4 Is all that I require.

3 4 Call upon me when trouble's near,
4 My hand shall set thee free ;

4 Then shall thy thankful lips declare

4 The honours due to me.

4 4 The man who offers humble praise,

4 He glorifies me best :
4 And those who tread my holy ways,

4 Shall my salvation taste.']

C. M. Third Part. Reading, [b]
Ver. 1, 5, 8, 16, 21, 22. The Judgment of Hypocrites.
1 [T^HEN Christ to judgment shall descend,

T ▼ And saints surround their Lord ;
He calls the nations to attend,
And hear his awful word.

d 2 4 Not for the want of bullocks slain,
4 Will I the world reprove :
4 Altars and rites, and forms are vain,
4 Without the fire of love.

3 4 And what have hypocrites to do,
4 To bring their sacrifice ?

123 FSALM 50.

4 They call my statutes just and true,

4 But deal in theft and lies.
4 * Could you expect to 'scape my sight,

1 And sin without control ?
' But I shall bring your crimes to light,

4 With anguish in your soul.'
e 5 Consider, ye that slight the Lord,

Before his wrath appear ;
a If once you fall beneath his sword,

There's no deliv'rer there.]

L. M. Geneva. Babylon, [b]
Hypocrisy exposed.
1 FT1HE Lord, the Judge, his churches warns j

JL Let hypocrites attend and fear,
Who place their hope in rites and forms,
But make not faith nor love their care.
d 2 Wretches ! they dare rehearse his name,
With lips of falsehood and deceit ;
A friend or brother they defame,
And sooth and flatter those they hate.
—3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong,
Yet dare to seek their Maker's face ;
They take his cov'nant on their tongue,
But break his laws, abuse his grace.

4 To heav'n they lift their hands unclean,
Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood ;

By night they practise every sin,

By day their mouths draw near to God.

5 And while his judgments long delay,
They grow secure, and sin the more ;
They think he sleeps as well as they,
And put far off the dreadful hour.

e 6 O dreadful hour, when God draws near,
And sets their crimes before their eyes J

a His wrath their guilty souls shall tear,
And no deliv'rer dare to rise.

P. M. First Part. Reading. [*]
The last Judgment.
1 [rilHE Lord, the sov'reign, sends his summons forth,

X. Calls the south nations, and awakes the north,
From east to west the sounding orders spread,
Thro' distant worlds, and regions of the dead ;

PSALM 50. 129

No more shall Atheists mock his long delay ;
His vengeance sleeps no more : Behold the day !

2 Behold the Judge descends ; his guards are nigh ;
Tempests and fire attend him down the sky:
Heav'n, earth, and hell draw near ; let all things come,
To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom :

But gather first my saints (the Judge commands)
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands*

3 Behold my cov'nant stands forever good,
Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood ;

And sign'd with all their names, the Greek, the Jew,
That paid the ancient worship or the new :
There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones,
And near me seat my fav'rites, and my sons.

4 I their almighty Saviour, and their God,

I am their Judge : Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad,
My just eternal sentence, and declare
Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear :
Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire ;
I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.

5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain
Do I condemn thee ; bulls and goats are vain,
Without the flames of love : in vain the store
Of brutal off'rings, that were mine before :
Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed,
Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they £eed»

6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food ?
When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock's blood?
Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,
Thy solemn chatt'rings, and fantastic vows ?
Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold.
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold ?

7 Unthinking wretch! how could' st thou hope to please
A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these ?

While, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue,
Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong :
In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends.

8 Silent I waited, with long-suff'ring love ;

But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove ?
And cherish such an impious thought within,
That God the righteous, would indulge thy sin ?

130 PSALM 50.

Behold my terrours now, my thunders roll,
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul. -

9 Sinners awake betimes ; ye fools be wise ;
Awake before this dreadful morning rise :
Change your vain thoHs, your crooked works amend ;
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend :
Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near.]

P M. Second Part. Walworth. [*]
The last Judgment.

1 FTT1HE God of glory sends his summons forth,

A Calls the south nations, and awakes the north ;
From east to west the sov'reign orders spread,
Thro' distant worlds, and regions of the dead.
The trumpet sounds ; hell trembles ; heaven rejoices :
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices,

2 No more shall Atheists mock his long delay ;
His vengeance sleeps no more ; behold the day
Behold the Judge descend ; his guards are nigh ;
Tempests and fire attend him down the sky.

When God appears, all nature shall adore hvm, ;
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.

3 " Heav'n, earth, and hell draw near : — Let all things come,
"To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom !

44 But gather first my saints," the Judge commands;

44 Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands."
When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion ;
And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation.

4 tl Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good,
41 Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood,

** And sign d with all their names ; — the Greek, the Jew,
u Who paid the ancient worship, or the new."
There^s no distinction here ; join all your voices,
•And raise your heads, ye saints ; for heaven rejoices,

5 " Here," saith the Lord, "ye angels, spread their thrones,
u And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons :

M Come, my redeemM, possess the joys prepar'd
44 Ere time began ; His your divine reward."

Wlien Christ returns, wake ev^ry cheerful passion ;

And shout, ye saints, he conies for your salvation, .

PSALM 50. 131

pause the first. Landaff.

6 [ 4 1 am the Saviour, I th' almighty God ;

I am the Judge : Ye heaves proclaim abroad
My just eternal sentence and declare,
Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear.''
When God appears, all nature shall adcre him,
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.]

7 " Stand forth, thou hold blasphemer, and profane,
44 Now feel my wrath,nor call my threat'nings vain ;
44 Thou hypocrite, once drest in saints' attire —

44 1 doom the painted hypocrite to fire."
Judgment proceeds ; hell trembles ; heaven rejoice*:
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

8 f 4 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain,
Do I condemn thee ; bulls and goats are vain,
Without the flames of love : in vain the store
Of brutal off 'rings, that were mine before.

Earth is the Lord's : all nature shall adore kirn .•

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