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forevermore. o’er;
The Behold, head,
Which Hermon like to run;
As his His good, Zion’s on dew how pleasant mountains that ’tis
When brethren life in commands,
E’en of blessing there Aaron’s oil dwell did descends
On how one!
’Tis Lord the skirts
The Behold, head,
Which Hermon like to run;
As his His good, Zion’s on dew how pleasant mountains that ’tis
When brethren life in commands,
E’en of blessing there Aaron’s oil dwell did descends
On how one!
’Tis Lord the skirts
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