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By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed,
‘T is hard to labour, hard to pray;
And of the week, for prayer and rest,
We’ve but one Sabbath day.
But purer spirits walk above,
Who worship alway; who are blest
With an upspringing might of love
That makes all labour, rest.
Father, while here, we would arise
In spirit to the that realm; and there
Be every act a sacrifice,
And every thought a prayer!
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8 8 8 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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