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AND is there in God's world so drear a place

And wilt Thou hear the fever'd heart

Angel of wrath! why linger in mid air

As around the source of light
rays

At length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid

Awake-again the Gospel-trump is blown

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85

26

123

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Fill high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour

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Not till the freezing blast is still

Now is there solemn pause in earth and heaven

O for a sculptor's hand

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The prayers are o'er; why slumberest thou so long

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The shadow of th' Almighty's cloud

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The Son of God in doing good

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The world's a room of sickness, where each heart

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The year begins with Thee

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