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O that we our hearts might severCharityMeek and lowly, pure and holy,
Chief among the "Blessed Three,"
Turning sadness into gladness,
Heav'n-born art thou, Charity!
Pity dwelleth in thy bosom,
Kindness reigneth o'er thy heart;
Gentle tho'ts alone can sway thee;
Judgment hath in thee no part.
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