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114 &emsp;But fix'd, O ! for-ever tands thy throne; &emsp; reigns, a univere alone; &emsp;Th' eternal fire that feeds each vital flame, &emsp;Collected, or diffus'd is till the ame. He dwells within his own unfathom'd eence, And fills all pace with his unbounded preence.

&emsp;But oh! our highet notes the theme debae, &emsp;And ilence is our leat injurious praie: &emsp;Ceae, ceae your ongs, the daring flight controul, &emsp;Revere him in the tillnes of the oul; With ilent duty meekly bend before him, And deep within your inmot hearts adore him.  HYMN