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XVII.
‘A city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God.’—
Heb. xi. 10.
Heb. xi. 10.
Glorious dwelling of the holy, where no grief or gloom of sin
Through the pure and pearly portals evermore shall enter in:
Christ its Light and God its Temple, Christ its song of endless laud!
Oh what precious consummation of the precious things of God!
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