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If you had come the one to love yet not too late to know his fate, his soul to fill his mournful heart. O holy joy, now he would wait to hear the call your brief delay; impatient with meekness stay and hear the voice! Jesus wept his miracle the power of prayer, Lazarus come see your sisters Mary and Martha weeping joy my grace sufficient in heaven, God on high my angels bowing.
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