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OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST |
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2 Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lonely plains
They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessfed angels sing. |
3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow! Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing: Oh, rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing. |
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