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Order; or, The Sepulchre
When the Lord rose before the lagging dayBlushed in the East, and that huge stone was rolled
From the grave's entrance, sign of Death controlled,
And Sin's immense confusion cleared away;
Peace smiled, Law reigned—and lo! the graveclothes lay
Arranged by careful fingers fold on fold;
And of that calm, unfailing order told,
Which all God's works in heaven and earth display.
Lord, roll away my sin, and let Thy peace
Rule in my heart, and conscientious Order;
Let strife with Law from all my being cease,
And daily duty show no ravelled border:
Christ's law-fulfilling work my robe divine,
And that robe's fringe well-ordered work of mine.
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