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The man whose heart is fixed on high,
Still bends to earth a pitying eye;
The more his hopes of glory glow,
The more his love to men below.
Still bends to earth a pitying eye;
The more his hopes of glory glow,
The more his love to men below.
And surely he shall ne'er be moved,
Who while on earth of God was loved;
And many a tear for him shall flow,
When in the grave he's sleeping low.
Who while on earth of God was loved;
And many a tear for him shall flow,
When in the grave he's sleeping low.
No dread of evil tidings near
Can move his soul with trembling fear;
His heart is fixed,—God's love he knows,
From whom all peace and comfort flows.
Can move his soul with trembling fear;
His heart is fixed,—God's love he knows,
From whom all peace and comfort flows.
And oh! his peace shall still remain,
When those who viewed his joy with pain,
And all who hate Thy name, O Lord,
Shall melt like snow-wreaths at Thy word.
When those who viewed his joy with pain,
And all who hate Thy name, O Lord,
Shall melt like snow-wreaths at Thy word.
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