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Take sapphires, rubies, diamonds bright, Each stone aglitter with starlight, And with these gems, a harp then mould With finest strings of pure spun gold. A cherub then to pluck the strings While by his side with folded wings In dulcet tones an angel sings In praise of Him, the King of Kings.
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:34 AM UTC
A Hit in Heaven
Take sapphires, rubies, diamonds bright, Each stone aglitter with starlight, And with these gems, a harp then mould With finest strings of pure spun gold. A cherub then to pluck the strings While by his side with folded wings In dulcet tones an angel sings In praise of Him, the King of Kings.
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:34 AM UTC
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