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The City
And Thou hast placed me on a lofty hill,Where all who pass may mock and pierce me through;
Oh how can I in Christ be humble still,
Save that I learn with him thy will to do;
I cannot now from sight of men be hid,
Oh may my life thy heavenly rest proclaim;
That they may see in me the works that bid
The disbelievers glorify thy name;
Oh make them see thy light, thy light from heaven,
That they may be its children too with me;
And when, through suffering here, thy peace is given,
Thy nearer presence with me let them see;
And hear from him who but one talent gave,
That they with him shall many cities save.
Poem No. 48; late 1838–early 1839
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