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XLII.
[Saviour and Lord beloved, what homage new]
Saviour and Lord beloved, what homage newShall thy Church give thee in these latter days,
When there is nothing new; no song of praise
That ages have not sung, nor worship due
That hath not long been paid? Faithful and true
Our hearts are beating to thee: can we raise
No monument for victories of grace?
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O vain and earthly wish, that would be great
In over-serving! rather may we lie
In meekest self-devotion at thy feet,
And watch the quiet hours as they pass by,
Content and thankful for occasion shown
To make old service and old faith our own.
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