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 And David's Royal Fountain Purge every sin away. O mine, my golden Syon! O lovelier far than gold! With laurel-girt battalions, And safe victorious fold: O sweet and blessed Country, Shall I ever see thy face? O sweet and blessed Country, Shall I ever will thy grace? I have the hope within me To comfort and to bless! Shall I ever win the prize itself? O tell me, tell me, yes! Exult, O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be thy part; His only, His forever, Thou shalt be, and thou art! Exult, O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be thy part: His only, His forever, Thou shalt be, and thou art!