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His first - begot we know , and sore have felt , When his fierce thunder drove us to the deep ; Who this is we must learn , for man he seems In all his lineaments , though in his face . The glimpses of his Father's glory shine .
His first - begot we know , and sore have felt , When his fierce thunder drove us to the deep ; Who this is we must learn , for man he seems In all his lineaments , though in his face . The glimpses of his Father's glory shine .
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The stars , with deep amaze , Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze , Bending one way their precious influence ; And will not take their flight , For all the morning light , Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering ...
The stars , with deep amaze , Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze , Bending one way their precious influence ; And will not take their flight , For all the morning light , Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering ...
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Ring out , ye crystal spheres , Once bless our human ears , His constellations set , And the well - balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep , And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep .
Ring out , ye crystal spheres , Once bless our human ears , His constellations set , And the well - balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep , And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep .
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