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Are they not all ministering spirits sent forth to minister	A
for them who shall be heirs of salvation Hebrews i	B
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Ye stars that round the Sun of righteousness	C
In glorious order roll	D
With harps for ever strung ready to bless	E
God for each rescued soul	D
Ye eagle spirits that build in light divine	F
Oh think of us to day	G
Faint warblers of this earth that would combine	F
Our trembling notes with your accepted lay	G
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Your amarant wreaths were earned and homeward all	H
Flush'd with victorious might	I
Ye might have sped to keep high festival	J
And revel in the light	I
But meeting us weak worldlings on our way	G
Tired ere the fight begun	K
Ye turned to help us in th' unequal fray	G
Remembering Whose we were how dearly won	K
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Remembering Bethlehem and that glorious night	I
When ye who used to soar	L
Diverse along all space in fiery flight	I
Came thronging to adore	L
Your God new born and made a sinner's child	M
As if the stars should leave	N
Their stations in the far ethereal wild	M
And round the sun a radiant circle weave	N
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Nor less your lay of triumph greeted fair	O
Our Champion and your King	P
In that first strife whence Satan in despair	O
Sunk down on scathed wing	P
Abuse He fasted and alone He fought	Q
But when His toils were o'er	A
Ye to the sacred Hermit duteous brought	Q
Banquet and hymn your Eden's festal store	L
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Ye too when lowest in th' abyss of woe	R
He plunged to save His sheep	S
Were leaning from your golden thrones to know	R
The secrets of that deep	S
But clouds were on His sorrow one alone	T
His agonising call	H
Summoned from Heaven to still that bitterest groan	T
And comfort Him the Comforter of all	H
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Oh highest favoured of all Spirits create	U
If right of thee we deem	V
How didst thou glide on brightening wing elate	U
To meet th' unclouded beam	V
Of Jesus from the couch of darkness rising	P
How swelled thine anthem's sound	W
With fear and mightier joy weak hearts surprising	P
Your God is risen and may not here be found	W
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Pass a few days and this dull darkling globe	X
Must yield Him from her sight	I
Brighter and brighter streams His glory robe	X
And He is lost in light	I
Then when through yonder everlasting arch	Y
Ye in innumerous choir	A
Poured heralding Messiah's conquering march	Y
Lingered around His skirts two forms of fire	A
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With us they stayed high warning to impart	Z
The Christ shall come again	A2
E'en as He goes with the same human heart	Z
With the same godlike train	B2
Oh jealous God how could a sinner dare	O
Think on that dreadful day	G
But that with all Thy wounds Thou wilt be there	O
And all our angel friends to bring Thee on Thy way	G
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Since to Thy little ones is given such grace	C2
That they who nearest stand	D2
Alway to God in Heaven and see His face	C2
Go forth at His command	D2
To wait around our path in weal or woe	R
As erst upon our King	P
Set Thy baptismal seal upon our brow	E2
And waft us heavenward with enfolding wing	P
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Grant Lord that when around th' expiring world	F2
Our seraph guardians wait	U
While on her death bed ere to ruin hurled	F2
She owns Thee all too late	U
They to their charge may turn and thankful see	G2
Thy mark upon us still	H2
Then all together rise and reign with Thee	G2
And all their holy joy o'er contrite hearts fulfil	H2

John Keble

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