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Come Lord, to make Thy glory, with lightnings on Thy brow! With trembling stars around Thee and cataclysmal woe, And bring Thy gifts of justice and peace and love below!

Let the dread horse John visioned devouring stars, pass by; And angels sound the clarion of Judgment from on high. My heart shall be an ember and in thy censer lie.

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