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The Reward
To him who hath to him I love to giveAnd he each day shall more and more abound
He shall the hidden manna eat and live
That only is in true obedience found
Come and its stores I'll open to your sight
They lie concealed save I the treasure show
None find my gold save those restored to light
Where nought of sin the spotless soul can know
There thou shalt live and feast with me in joy
A guest mid many that have owned my name
Arise henceforth thine ever blest employ
The praises of the Lamb thy lips shall claim
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No more to mourn and perish with the dead.
Poem No. 738; fall 1838–summer 1839
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