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Rh Peace, which man wishes, whilst he from it flies, As much as sacred truth should mortals prize.

Great God, whose being by thy works is known, My last words hear from Thy eternal throne: If I mistook 'twas while Thy law I sought, I may have erred, but Thou wert in each thought. Fearless I look beyond the opening grave, And cannot think the God who being gave, The God whose favors made my bliss o'erflow, Has doomed me, after death, to endless woe.