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What went ye out into the wilderness to see A reed shaken	A
with the wind But what went ye out for to see A	B
prophet yea I say unto you and more than a prophet St	C
Matthew xi	D
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What went ye out to see	D
O'er the rude sandy lea	D
Where stately Jordan flows by many a palm	E
Or where Gennesaret's wave	F
Delights the flowers to lave	F
That o'er her western slope breathe airs of balm	E
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All through the summer night	G
Those blossoms red and bright	G
Spread their soft breasts unheeding to the breeze	H
Like hermits watching still	I
Around the sacred hill	I
Where erst our Saviour watched upon His knees	H
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The Paschal moon above	J
Seems like a saint to rove	K
Left shining in the world with Christ alone	L
Below the lake's still face	M
Sleeps sweetly in th' embrace	M
Of mountains terrac'd high with mossy stone	L
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Here may we sit and dream	N
Over the heavenly theme	N
Till to our soul the former days return	O
Till on the grassy bed	P
Where thousands once He fed	P
The world's incarnate Maker we discern	O
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O cross no more the main	Q
Wandering so will and vain	Q
To count the reeds that tremble in the wind	R
On listless dalliance bound	S
Like children gazing round	S
Who on God's works no seal of Godhead find	R
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Bask not in courtly bower	T
Or sun bright hall of power	T
Pass Babel quick and seek the holy land	U
From robes of Tyrian dye	V
Turn with undazzled eye	V
To Bethlehem's glade or Carmel's haunted strand	U
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Or choose thee out a cell	W
In Kedron's storied dell	W
Beside the springs of Love that never die	V
Among the olives kneel	X
The chill night blast to feel	X
And watch the Moon that saw thy Master's agony	D
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Then rise at dawn of day	Y
And wind thy thoughtful way	Y
Where rested once the Temple's stately shade	Z
With due feet tracing round	S
The city's northern bound	S
To th' other holy garden where the Lord was laid	Z
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Who thus alternate see	D
His death and victory	D
Rising and falling as on angel wings	A2
They while they seem to roam	B2
Draw daily nearer home	B2
Their heart untravell'd still adores the King of kings	A2
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Or if at home they stay	Y
Yet are they day by day	Y
In spirit journeying through the glorious land	U
Not for light Fancy's reed	C2
Nor Honour's purple meed	C2
Nor gifted Prophet's lore nor Science' wondrous wand	C2
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But more than Prophet more	D2
Than Angels can adore	D2
With face unveiled is He they go to seek	E2
Blessed be God Whose grace	M
Shows Him in every place	M
To homeliest hearts of pilgrims pure and meek	E2

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