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A Hymn on Heaven _______________________________________________
Hail, sacred Salem, plac'd on high, Seat of the mighty King! What thought can grasp thy boundless bliss, What tongue thy glories sing! Thy chrystal towers and palces Magnificiently rise, And dost their beautous lustre round The empryrean skies. The voice of triuph in thy streets And acclamations sound: Gay banquets in the splendid courts, And priest joys abound Bright smiles in every face appear, Rapture in every eye From every mouth glad anthems flow, And charming harmony.