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VERSE.
Psalm iv. 8.
Lift up, O God! on our heartsThe light of Thy reconciled face.
Sweeter the bliss it imparts,
To feel the warm beams of Thy grace,
Than all their possessions to worldlings can yield,
The joy of the vintage, the wealth of the field.
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