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6 His preſence with poor ſinful Man,

Whilſt in this Houſe of Clay,

It doth the darkeſt Mid-night turn

Into a pleaſant Day.

This ſpotleſs Sun all Clouds diſpells

Of Sin and Miſerie.

Happy they are, who look to him

In Life, and when they Die.

When Night is gone, then all the Stars

From our Horizon run;

Our Star-light Knowledge will away,

When ſhines the brighteſt Sun.

The Planets King aſcends till from

Zenith he dart a Ray,

In Grace help more and more to grow

Until the perfect Day.

In pureſt Regions all are pure,

No ill can enter in,

Where the Inhabitants are free

From Puniſhment and Sin.