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3123.
[With countless burdens press'd]
That mortality might be swallowed up of life.
—v. 4.
With countless burdens press'd,
We groan for endless rest,
Long to find this mortal frame
Turn'd into an heavenly shrine,
Lighted by the glorious Lamb,
All immortal, all Divine.
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