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round sublime. head light wrecks its the sacred time; All of o’er In of the Christ glory, Tow’ring story Gathers of the I cross |
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me, Hopes the forsake woes deceive, shall and and peace glows life fears cross of with annoy, Never me, Lo! joy. When It the o’ertake |
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radiance luster is bliss way, From the my upon streaming Adds When love day. cross sun beaming Light of the more the the to and |
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is blessing, sanctified; Peace that time Bane pain that there measure, Joys all no cross the and through abide. and are pleasure, By knows |
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