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Never shall you feel oppression,
Hear the voice of war again.
Waning moons no more shall see ;
Find eternal noon in me ;
Change to day the gloom of night;
God your everlasting light. 907.
S. F. SMITA.
Ascend to heaven's bright shore,
“ Not lost, but gone before.”
Beneath affliction's rod;
Is safe in joy and God ? 908.
Thy blessing, Lord, bestow;
To make it spring and grow :