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Within these walls be peace;
Love through our borders found;
In all our little palaces
Prosperity abound.
God scorns not humble things;
Here, though the proud despise,
The children of the King of kings
Are training for the skies.
May none who thus are taught,
From glory be cast down,
But all through faith and patience brought
To an immortal crown.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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