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JESUS, of Thee we ne'er would tire;
The new and living food
Can satisfy the heart's desire
Of those redeemed by blood.
If such the happy midnight song
Our prisoned spirits raise,
What are the joys that cause, ere long,
Eternal bursts of praise!
To look within and see no stain,
Abroad no curse to trace;
To shed no tears, to feel no pain,
But see Thee face to face;
To find each hope of glory gained,
Fulfilled each precious word;
And fully all to have attained
The image of our Lord.
O may Thy Spirit help us still,
In this bright hope, to be
More subject to the Father's will,
E'en now much more like Thee.

Miss M. Bowley

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"Wherefore encourage one another, and build up each one the other, even as also ye do."