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 The sweetest of the Gospel songs, To all the Saints so dear, To every eventide belongs Throughout the changeful year.

It sanctifies the vesper hour When summer smiles serene; It is a joy-constraining power When winter blasts are keen.

'My soul doth magnify the Lord’— Ecstatic is the voice That sings of Paradise restored— 'My spirit doth rejoice!’