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| Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? (Song of Sol. 6:1) |
| Behold, I come quickly: hold that fast which thou hast, that no man take thy crown. He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches. (Rev. 3:11,13) |
| Midst the darkness, storm and sorrow, One bright gleam I see; Well I know the blessed morrow Christ will come for me. |
| Oh the blessed joy of meeting (All the desert past!); Oh the wondrous words of greeting He shall speak at last! |
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