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Rh to the followers of the Lord ! Thus saith the sure the eternal word. Not of earth the joy it brings, Tempered in celestial springs: ’Tis the joy of pardoned sin, When conscience cries, 'Tis well within; Tis the joy that fills the breast When the passions sink to rest: ’Tis a joy that, seated deep, Leaves not when we sigh and weep; It spreads itself in virtuous deeds, With sorrow sighs, in pity bleeds.