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 These, the temple's sure foundations,

These are they that bind the nations

Into great house above:

These the city's pearly portal,

Knitting faith with work immortal,

Jew and Gentile into love.

These are they that evermore

Winnow in the threshing floor,

And from the chaff the wheat divide:

These are they that came to be

Oxen of the brazen sea

That Solomon had edified.

Patriarchs twelve in order meetest:

Twelvefold founts of water sweetest:

Shewbreads of the temple rite:

Gems that deck the priestly vestment;

Thus they gain their true attestment

As the people's chiefs in fight.

Let their prayer preserve from error,

Add to faith, and quench the terror

Of the woe of final doom:

So that, freed from all transgression,

We may enter on possession

Of the happiness to come. Amen.