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Oh! ye who truly love His Name,
See that ye hate and flee from sin;
Then He shall keep your souls in peace,
From foes without and griefs within.

Lo! light is bursting through the gloom
To glad the lowly spirit's way,
And for the upright heart to pour
A joy that ne'er shall fade away.
Ye righteous few, rejoice in Him!
He trod that thorny path before;
Oh! call to mind His holiness,
And bless and praise Him evermore.

E.

September 28, 1832.