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450.

C. M.

Briggs’ Coll.

The Spiritual World.
353

There is a world we have not seen,

That time can ne’er destroy,

Where mortal footstep hath not been,

Nor ear hath heard its joy.

There is a world,—and O how blest!

Fairer than prophets told;

And never did an angel guest

One half its peace unfold.

And this pure world is ever bright

With radiance all its own;

The streams of uncreated light

Flow round it from the throne.

Look not abroad with roving mind

To seek that fair abode;

It comes, where’er the lowly find

The perfect peace of God.

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