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TO A FRIEND.
Then be thy surest riches stored
In brighter worlds, with Christ the Lord.

This day we hail his heavenly birth,
This day a babe he came on earth,
Forsook the glories of the skies
To win for man the heavenly prize.

Then may we lay up treasures there,
In heaven's blest courts so bright and fair,—
That world of peace and joy above,
Eternal as the Saviour's love!