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The Plumb Line
T’is an old, old book from the Ancient of Days That sets the mark for all our ways A plumb line dropped from a heavenly mount Marking the place of a crimson fount Though long ago his Word given for the ages And from the beginning of time gauges The door to eternity with the Ancient of Days To enjoy always his eternal gaze.
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