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GOD'S PRESENCE IN HEAVEN.

Yes, 'tis God's presence gives the welcomed blest
Their joy and bliss supreme. With him to dwell,
To see his glory, and his praises tell,
To copy him of perfectness possest,
The Holy, Holy, Holy! First and best
Of joys, fruition's base and pinnacle;
Without him, heav'n would more resemble hell,
Darkness with him were light, and labour rest.

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God of my health, show me the way to bliss,
The way to Thee! Who slight thy proffer'd grace,
Sin is their portion now, at last the abyss
Of woe. Thy image in my soul replace,
That I may serve thee here in time; nor miss,
When time shall fail, the brightness of thy face!