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LXXII. 



And, oil ! ye fair — whate'er your state, 

 ^lay nought your spirits alienate, 



From him the Almighty Friend; 

 Exalted be your minds to raise 

 To him your sweetest, loftiest lays. 

 Be sanctified yom* hearts to praise 



Him first, him midst, him last, and 

 without end. 



