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ST. JOHN.
Not love alone, thou whom the Saviour loved,Not faith alone, O favour'd more than men,
Not five-score years of holiness approved,
Nor the dear beauties of thy joyful pen,
Mark thee alone God's friend; ennobled more
By the large gift of deep prophetic ken,
How full of ecstasy couldst thou adore
With thousand thousand shining ones before
That throne of glory, pouring out the hymn,
While echoed far the rapturous amen
From brilliant flocks of thronging cherubim,
And those four restless Zoa, full of eyes:
O seals, O trumpets, wonders dread and dim!
Exile, thy praise be holiest mysteries.
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