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Rh Who made the Cros their watchword

Of Nazarene,

Who (fed with heavenly nectar

Where oul-like odors play)

Draw out the endles leiure

Of that long vernal day.

And, through the acred lilies

And flowers on every ide,

The happy dear-bought people

Go wandering far and wide;

Their breats are filled with gladnes,

Their mouths are tun'd to praie,

What time, now afe for ever,

On former ins they gaze:

The fouler was the error,

The adder was the fall,

The ampler are the praies

Of Him who pardoned all.

Their one and only anthem,

The fulnes of His love,