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More sweet than honey and the honeycomb, Or dews that bathe the brow of Hermon's hill, His words fell on their hearts, who him received, With rapture own'd, believed, confess'd, adored. Nor ceased with these ; for soft, in silver sounds, With teeming eye to heav'n upraised, sublime The gracious Saviour thus the Father pray'd :
"Father, the hour hath come to glorify Thy Son, who also glorifieth thee. To me, o'er flesh thou hast imparted pow'r, Eternal life to give to whom thou wilt. To know thee is eternal life, and me, Whom thou hast sent. And lo ! the work is done, Which thou hast given me to do. Thy name Is manifest to men, who have believed In very deed, that I have come from thee. For these I pray. Just Father, keep them ev'r In thy name, that one they may, as we, be. Whom thou hast giv'n to me I've kept; and but Perdition's hapless son, not one is lost. And now I come to thee ; I pray not these Be taken from the world, but that they free From evil be preserved. Them sanctify In truth. Thy word is truth. Solely for them, I pray not ; but for all, who, through their word, Believe in me ; that they may all be one, As, Father, thou in me and I in thee' art, So, they may also one be made in us ; That they the glory thou hast giv'n to me, May see, who loved me ere the world began. Holy Father, the world hath known thee not ;
But I have known thee ; and, so these now know,
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