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447 Mount Pisgah

Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promised land;
My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command,
Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms,
I would forget my breath,
And lose my life amid the charms
Of so divine a death.

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