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Closed are his portals to unrighteousness;

Guilt findeth not a place beneath his roof;

His fame is perfect and his name unstained;

His life is seen not of the eyes of sin.

Unto the people, trusting, loving him,

His coming is a gladness; for he lures

The heart of them with wondrous sympathy,

Embracing all their sorrows and their joy,

Speaking the word of comfort in its time,

Rejoicing with them in their joyous day.

What can surpass the sweetness of his voice—

Revealing his soul's beauty, sending forth

Unto his heedful hearers solemn sounds

Of holiness made holier by song?

The Law speaks loud through him, the deep-toned words

Leaving an impress of authority

To hold the heart with true and sacred force.

He maketh heard the Prophets' mighty call,

The thunder of their warning and reproach,