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142 FABER'S HYMNS.
He placed an angel at thy side,
And strewed joys round thee on thy way; He gave thee rights thou couldst not claim,
And life, free life, before thee lay.
Had God in Heaven no work to do
But miracles of love for thee? No world to rule, no joy in Self,
And in His own infinity?
So must it seem to our blind eyes: He gave His love no sabbath rest,
Still plotting happiness for men,
And new designs to make them blest.
From out His glorious Bosom came
His only, His Eternal Son; He freed the race of Satan's slaves,
And with His Blood sin's captives won.
The world rose up against His love: New love the vile rebellion met,
As though God only looked at sin Its guilt to pardon and forget.
For His Eternal Spirit came
To raise the thankless slaves to sons,
And with the sevenfold gifts of love To crown His own elected ones.