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IN MEMORIAM
Put off thy shoes from off thy feet,
So came a voice to thee (tho' shod
With preparation, to make meet
For God) from God.
So came a voice to thee (tho' shod
With preparation, to make meet
For God) from God.
No vision nor similitude
He showed thee then, but, higher grace,
His Godhead's self, nor veil-endued,
But face to face.
He showed thee then, but, higher grace,
His Godhead's self, nor veil-endued,
But face to face.
Now not by word, O slow of speech,
Shalt thou the ills of life console,
Nor tongue to ear thy gospel preach,
But soul to soul.
Shalt thou the ills of life console,
Nor tongue to ear thy gospel preach,
But soul to soul.
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