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'Tis way past midnight,
And the song its singing ended must stop its tones,
And soften every part into a wondrous close,
Whose melody will fill to overflowing a sweet repose:
Refined and sweetened by its powerful notes,
Let joy, pure joy, leap forth in gladsome lay:
Remember that our God is always Love,
Hidden in kindness are His ways
And all revealing on that day of days.

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