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“J ESUS call'd to Him His meek,
and said, no man might win His realm
save he came thither as a child;
else might he never therein come;
harmless, undefiled, and true,
with ne'er stain nor spot of sapping sin,
when such come knocking on that place,
quickly for them the bolt is drawn.
There is the bliss that cannot fade,
the jeweller sought 'mong precious gems,
and sold his all, both linen and wool,
to purchase him a spotless pearl.
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