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AT CHURCH
Within the many mansions
That God's dear love doth keep,
Where is the darksome closet
That hides the miser's heap?
That God's dear love doth keep,
Where is the darksome closet
That hides the miser's heap?
I saw the miser walking
With others, robed in white,
No frown upon his forehead,
His features all alight.
With others, robed in white,
No frown upon his forehead,
His features all alight.
“Oh, friend, where is thy treasure,
Gathered in many a year?”
“I'm richer far without it;
We want no money here.”
Gathered in many a year?”
“I'm richer far without it;
We want no money here.”
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