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 COME to me, all ye that labour; I will give your spirits rest;
Here apart in starry quiet I will give you rest.

Come to me, ye heavy laden, sin defiled and care opprest,
In your father's quiet mansions, soon to prove a welcome guest.

But an hour you bear your trial, sin and suffer, bleed and die;
But an hour you toil and combat here in day's inspiring eye.

See the feet of your deliverer; lo, the hour of freedom nigh.

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