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Rh Even now by faith I ee thee, Even here thy walls dicern; To thee my thoughts are kindled, And trive, and pant, and yearn.

Jerualem the onely, That look't from heaven below, In thee is all my glory, In me is all my woe; And though my body may not, My pirit eeks thee fain, Till fleh and earth return me To earth and fleh again.

O none can tell thy bulwarks, How gloriouly they rie! O none can tell thy capitals Of beautiful device! Thy lovelines opprees

All human thought and heart;

And none, O peace, O Syon, Can ing thee as thou art!