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60 Have ye not felt Him, while your kindling prayer Swelled out in tones of praise, announcing God was there?

Show us the Father! If ye fail to trace His chariot where the stars majestic roll, His pencil mid earth's loveliness and grace, His presence in the sabbath of the soul, How can you see Him till the day of dread, When to assembled worlds the book of doom is read?