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That peace—but who may claim it?

The guileles in their way,

Who keep the ranks of battle,

Who mean the thing they ay—

The peace that is for heaven,

And hall be for the earth;

The palace that re-echoes

With fetal ong and mirth;

The garden, breathing pices,

The paradie on high;

Grace beautified to glory,

Unceaing mintrely.

There nothing can be feeble,

There none can ever mourn,

There nothing is divided,

There nothing can be torn.

'Tis fury, ill, and candal,

'Tis peaceles peace below;

Peace, endles, trifeles, ageles,

The halls of Syon know.