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OUR BROTHER IN HEAVEN.
O Thou, my God, and yet my brother man,My worshipp'd Lord, and sympathising friend,
Who so hath loved us all, ere time began,
Who so wilt love us still, when time shall end,
Pardon and bless, if on my bended knee
As best of Men I raise the song to Thee!
For we can claim Thee ours, as of earth;
To us, to us, the wondrous child is given,
And that illimitable praise of heaven
Prisons his fulness in a mortal birth:
Hope of the world, what were all life, all health,
All honours, riches, pow'rs, and pleasures worth,
If from Thy gracious face, Good Master, driven,
Whose smiles are everlasting joy and wealth?
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