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CHRISTIAN AND JEW.
"Angels, Archangels cry
One to other ceaselessly
(I hear them sing)
One 'Holy, Holy, Holy' to their King."—
"I do not hear them, I."

"Joy to thee, Paradise,—
Garden and goal and nest!
Made green for wearied eyes;
Much softer than the breast
Of mother-dove clad in a rainbow's dyes.

"All precious souls are there
Most safe, elect by grace,
All tears are wiped for ever from their face
Untired in prayer
They wait and praise
Hidden for a little space.

"Boughs of the Living Vine
They spread in summer shine
Green leaf with leaf:
Sap of the Royal Vine it stirs like wine
In all both less and chief.

"Sing to the Lord,
All spirits of all flesh, sing;
For He hath not abhorred
Our low estate nor scorn'd our offering:
Shout to our King."—