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L. M.
Blessed is the man whose sin is covered.
Rom. 4:7.
Earth has a joy unknown in heaven—
The new-born joy of sins forgiven!
Tears of such pure and deep delight,
O angels! never dimmed your sight.
2 You saw of old on chaos rise
The beauteous pillars of the skies;
You know where morn exulting springs,
And evening folds her drooping wings.
3 Bright heralds of th’ Eternal Will,
Abroad his errands you fulfill;
Or, throned in floods of beamy day,
Symphonies in his presence play.
4 Loud is the song—the heavenly plain
Is shaken with the choral strain;
And dying echoes, floating far,
Draw music from each chiming star.
5 But I amid your choirs shall shine,
And all your knowledge shall be mine;
You on your harps must lean to hear
A secret chord that mine shall bear.