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 And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting And passionless renown: And now we watch and struggle, And now we live in hope, And Syon, in her anguish, With Babylon must cope: But He Whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known, And they that know and see Him Shall have Him for their own. The miserable pleasures Of the body shall decay: The bland and flattering struggles Of the flesh shall pass away: And none shall there be jealous; And none shall there contend: Fraud, clamour, guile—what say I? All ill, all ill shall end! And there is David's Fountain, And life in fullest glow, And there the light is golden, And milk and honey flow: The light that hath no evening, The health that hath no sore, The life that hath no ending, But lasteth evermore.