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581.
[How often who can tell!]
How often would I have gathered thy children!
—xxiii. 37.
How often who can tell!
The heights of love unknown,
The depths unsearchable
Are hid in Christ alone:
But shelter'd now within
My dear Redeemer's breast,
Secure from hell and sin
I shall for ever rest.
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