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MANSIONS OF HEAVEN AND EARTH.
What pen can paint those “mansions” brave and fine,Which sparkle in our Father's House above,
Where for His saints the hand of sovereign Love
Prepares a place that they may sing and shine.
What pearls and gold and garniture Divine
Shall meet our wondering gaze where'er we rove;
What strains more sweet than of earth's happiest grove
For our eternal joyance shall combine.
But when the Lord of glory seeks a place
Below the sky, what temple rich and rare
For His august abode shall man prepare?
“Give me a heart,” He says, “subdued by grace,
With faith for gold, and tears for jewels fair,
‘And we will come and make our mansion there.’”
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