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Oh, blessed, happy year!
Return to me that joyful state. The undying hand that chases fear To me, the undeserving, little praised. For thou my worth’s seed placed in fertile soil Happier me, now cherished, though subdued, My birthright crying from the coffin’s toil. Though scarlet sinning, white renewed. Onward to greater times than these wherein we are held, Where words in cradles hold the everlasting truth Where sorrows, prideful snares and orphaned dreams beheld, Are metamorphosed into everlasting youth. Onward to truth made flesh, roaming on this wide, empty world Holding eternity in nothing but a heart Whose love in its own might is never cold But dwells in faithfulness of the celestial light. For all our days are merely flying wings That flicker for a while, and to unfolding lost in our brief time. Rejoice, my soul, not in vain, earthly things But in soft strength that whispers: thou art Mine!
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