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Yet may this chamber be 
A blessed sanctuary. 
Where to my whisper’d praise His ear He bendeth. 
But chiefly, gentle flower, 
Remind me in the hour 
When ’gainst the tempter’s might my soul engages, 
A rock is cleft for me 
More sure than shelters thee, 
Where I may safely hide — “ the Rock of Ages.” * 
* “ Rock of ages, cleft for me! ” 
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