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IX.
‘How excellent (marg. precious) is Thy loving kindness, O God!
therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of Thy
wings.’—
Ps. xxxvi. 7; Isa. liv. 8, 10.
Who shall paint the flash of splendour from the opened casket bright,
When His precious loving-kindness beams upon the quickened sight!
Priceless jewel ever gleaming with imperishable ray,
God will never take it from us, though the mountains pass away.
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