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HYMN.
THE hearts, that have not God within
Like restless quick-sands roll;
And feel of fluctuating sin
The turbulent controul.
Like restless quick-sands roll;
And feel of fluctuating sin
The turbulent controul.
In bosoms, where the Saviour reigns,
Peace forms her hallow'd shrine;
And, thro' the roughest hour, maintains
Serenity divine.
Peace forms her hallow'd shrine;
And, thro' the roughest hour, maintains
Serenity divine.
Theodore.
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