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O happy, holy portion,

Refection for the blet,

True viion of true beauty,

Sweet cure of all ditret!

Strive, man, to win that glory;

Toil, man, to gain that light;

Send hope before to grap it,

Till hope be lot in ight;

Till gives the portion

Thoe bleed ouls to fill—

The inatiate, yet atified,

The full, yet craving till.

That fulnes and that craving

Alike are free from pain,

Where thou, midt heavenly citizens,

A home like theirs halt gain.

Here is the warlike trumpet;

There, life et free from in,

When to the lat Great Supper

The faithful hall come in;