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To him who overcometh
To him who overcometh I will giveThe starry crown, the heavenly-sounding lyre;
Within my Father's presence he shall live,
His love shall overflow thy soul's desire;
Come, strip thee of the garments thou hast worn,
While on the earth thou wrought for Him in me;
Take off thy raiments, they are soiled and torn,
Behold, the wedding robe prepared for thee;
Come, put it on; thy brothers ready wait,
And ask why tarry still thy feet without;
Thou shalt be with them, though thou comest late;
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To hail thee brother born, a son like them,
In mine own Vine a new and fruitful stem.
Poem No. 739; fall 1838–summer 1839
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