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Who made the Crofs their watchword
Of Jesus Nazarene, Who (fed with heavenly ne&ar
Where foul-like odors play) Draw out the endlefs leifure
Of that long vernal day.
And, through the facred lilies
And flowers on every fide, The happy dear-bought people
Go wandering far and wide ; Their breafts are filled with gladnefs,
Their mouths are tun'd to praife, What time, now fafe for ever,
On former fins they gaze : The fouler was the error,
The fadder was the fall, The ampler are the praifes
Of Him who pardoned all.
Their one and only anthem, The fulnefs of His love,