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 Filled with the scene sublime, The priestly heart grew bold, To speak with eloquence of Him, Who the great deep controlled; And loftier was his youthful brow, And deep his tuneful voice, That warned the sinner to repent, And bade the saint rejoice.

A spell was on the heart, That bowed the proudest head, Above us the eternal skies, Beneath our feet the dead; The dead who knew no burial rite, Save storm, or battle cry, Whose tombs are where the coral grows, And the sea-monsters lie.

It is a blessed thing In God's own courts to stand, And hear the pealing organ swell, And join the prayerful band;


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