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A HYMI?, O1? COMIlgG OUT OF CHURCH. NoT only in thy temple, Lord, Which human hands have made, I meditate thy sacred word, Or view thy love display'd; Here, where a noble. r do. me expands, Far--far above .my head, A canopy, nnmade by hands, Which Thou alone hastsl?read; I gaze--I wonder--I adore, While Nature -flings, abroad, Her every charmsher evew? store, As emblems.of her God. ......... ?Google
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