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| Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. (Song of Sol. 4:16) |
| We are unto God a sweet savor of Christ. (2 Cor. 2:15) |
| The gladness of His heart to be, In that bright morning’s gleam, For this Thy hand has fashioned me, Has made me meet for Him; The spikenard and the cinnamon, Trees pleasant in Thy sight, Thy hand has planted for the Son, In whom is Thy delight. |
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