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HEAVEN'S JOYS PERFECT.

'Tis naught but bliss in that celestial seat!
Where God, essential good, resides, and where
Thron'd with the Lamb he deigns his joy prepare
For those that love Him, floods of pleasure meet.
The deep delight of that secure retreat
No uncongenial thoughts annoy; nor care,
Nor pain, nor grief, but bliss alone is there,
Pure, undisturb'd, undimm'd, divinely sweet.

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Pure as the snow that lies on Lebanon,
Wreath above wreath in virgin brightness pil'd;
Calm as yon lake, when not a breath hath blown
On its clear crystal; cloudless as the mild
Moonlight, o'er heav'n a robe of silver thrown;
Sweet as the slumber of a sinless child.