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My Church
This is the rock where I my church will buildHarder than flint its sure foundations are
Though few now pass the door it shall be filled
The gates of hell shall not my triumph bar
Seek and thou too the door shall find
Knock and thou too shall enter in
I hold the keys and who but me can bind?
And who but me can loose the bonds of sin?
Eternal life shall those who worship here
Forevermore receive at my right hand
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Haste lest without the bridal hall you stand
And you be found not with the garment on
Which all who live with me on earth have worn.
Poem No. 655; fall 1838–summer 1839
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