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THE SAME: SHALFORD.
‘Come in, thou King of Glory,’ yea, come in,Rest here awhile, great Conqueror for good!
Bless thou this font to cleanse from Adam's sin,
Spread thou this table with celestial food:
And, kindled by Thy grace to gratitude,
May thousands here eternal treasures win,
As, hither led, from time to time with joy
They seek their Father: lo! before mine eyes
Visions and promises of good arise,—
The tender babe baptized, the stripling boy
Confirm'd for godliness, the maid and youth
Wedded in love, the man mature made wise,
The elder taught in righteousness and truth,
And each an heir of life before he dies!
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