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The Celeſtial Country
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26.
Thou hast no shore, fair ocean!
Thou hast no time, bright day!
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!
Upon the Rock of Ages
They raise thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower!
27.
Thou feel'ſt in myſtic rapture,
O Bride that know'ſt no guile,
The Prince's ſweeteft kiſſes,
The Prince's lovelieſt ſmile;
Unfading lilies, bracelets
Of living pearl thine own;
The Lamb is ever near thee,
The Bridegroom thine alone.
The Crown is He to guerdon,
The Buckler to protect,
And He Himſelf the Manſion,
And He the Architect.
