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140 And he called you up to his golden throne, Oh, wouldn’t you just be jolly proud?

If you had a friend like this, I say, So sweet and tender, so strong and true, You’d try to please him in every way, You’d live at your bravest–now, wouldn’t you? His worth would shine in the words you penned; You’d shout his praises… yet now it’s odd! You tell me you haven’t got such a friend; You haven’t? I wonder… ''What of God?