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All tears are wiped for ever from their face:
Untired in prayer
They wait and praise
Hidden for a little space.

"Boughs of the Living Vine
They spread in summer shine
Green leaf with leaf:
Sap of the Royal Vine it stirs like wine
In all both less and chief.

"Sing to the Lord,
All spirits of all flesh, sing;
For he hath not abhorred
Our low estate nor scorned our offering:
Shout to our King.”—

"But Zion said:
My Lord forgetteth me.