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Where the glory,
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ones Jesus,
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Gladly the life. thou world fled;
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All men forfeiting with dead?)
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day, kingdom, walls once city,
God One
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The of we;
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journey more;
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The our whispering,
“Faint miles, done.” beloved!
And sorrow,
Hush more a no more and hear thee, still be more feet may on,
For not,