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323 Abingdon



The wond'ring world inquires to know
Why I should love my Jesus so;
What are his charms, say they, above
The objects of a mortal love?

His eyes are majesty and love,
The eagle temper'd with the dove;
No more shall trickling sorrows roll,
Thro' those dear windows of his soul.

All over glorious is my Lord,
Must be belov'd and yet ador'd;
His worth if all the nations knew,
Sure the whole earth would love him too.


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