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These are they, O God,
Who came out of great tribulation
And have washed their robes white.
Oh, holy triumph of those
Who have endured the fire
And the tempest's rage and, delivered,
Stand exalted in this very hour,
Purged, sanctified, and satisfied.
These are they who have surrendered
All the vanities of mortal selfhood,
And serve Thee
Day and night in Thy temple,
Lifting others to behold
The tearless, ageless, deathless reality
Of Thy glory.
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