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A Temple Service.
And blossoms sweet through loosening leaves,
And early sheaves,
Green gathered from the growing wheat,
Are offerings meet.
And early sheaves,
Green gathered from the growing wheat,
Are offerings meet.
people.
To lift tip the slant scale of sin,
And weigh at last
With righteous recompense cast in,
Present with past,
And weigh at last
With righteous recompense cast in,
Present with past,
The pleasant paths beneath our feet
Were broken up;
We tasted through the foam of sweet,
A bitter cup.
Were broken up;
We tasted through the foam of sweet,
A bitter cup.
priests.
“Because your hearts are waxen dead,”
The Lord God said,
“And in your ears my name sounds cold,
My name of old,
The Lord God said,
“And in your ears my name sounds cold,
My name of old,
“I lift a sword upon the land;
A heavy hand
Between you and your sins falls keen
To scourge you clean.”
A heavy hand
Between you and your sins falls keen
To scourge you clean.”
people.
Was it so sweet from God to hide
In garden ways,
The women large-lipped and long-eyed,
What was their face?
In garden ways,
The women large-lipped and long-eyed,
What was their face?