5. Lord Jesus, be our constant Guide;

Then, when the word is given,

Bid death’s cold flood its waves divide

And land us safe in heaven.

Isaac Watts, 1709, and Charles Wesley, 1759, a.

GLORY OF THE CHURCH.

464

8, 7, 8 l

Glorious things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God;

He whose word cannot be broken

Formed thee for His own abode:

On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?

With salvation’s walls surrounded,

Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.

2. See, the streams of living waters

Springing from eternal love

Well supply thy sons and daughters

And all fear of want remove.

Who can faint while such a river

Ever flows their thirst t’assuage—

Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,

Never fails from age to age?

3. Savior, since of Zion’s city

I, through grace, a member am,

Let the world deride or pity,

I will glory in Thy name.

Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,

All his boasted pomp and show;

Solid joys and lasting treasure

None but Zion’s children know.

John Newton, 1779.

465

8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7

Zion stands with hills surrounded,

Zion, kept by power divine;

All her foes shall be confounded,

Though the world in arms combine.

Happy Zion,

What a happy lot is thine!

2. Every human tie may perish,

Friend to friend unfaithful prove,

Brothers cease their own to cherish,

Heaven and earth at last remove;

But no changes

Can attend Jehovah’s love.

3. In the furnace God may prove thee,

Thence to bring thee forth more bright,

But can never cease to love thee;

Thou art precious in His sight;

God is with thee,

God, thine everlasting Light.

Thomas Kelly, 1806.

466

7, 6, 8 l

The Church’s one foundation

Is Jesus Christ, her Lord;

She is His new creation

By water and the Word.

From heav’n He came and sought her

To be His holy bride;

With His own blood He bought her,

And for her life He died.

2. Elect from every nation,

Yet one o’er all the earth,

Her charter of salvation

One Lord, one faith, one birth.

One holy name she blesses,

Partakes one holy food,

And to one hope she presses,

With every grace endued.

3. Though with a scornful wonder

Men see her sore oppressed,

By schisms rent asunder,

By heresies distressed,

Yet saints their watch are keeping,

Their cry goes up, “How long?”

And soon the night of weeping

Shall be the morn of song.

4. Mid toil and tribulation

And tumult of her war

She waits the consummation

Of peace forevermore,

Till with the vision glorious

Her longing eyes are blest

And the great Church victorious

Shall be the Church at rest.

5. Yet she on earth hath union

With God, the Three in One,

And mystic, sweet communion

With those whose rest is won.

O happy ones and holy!

Lord, give us grace that we,

Like them, the meek and lowly,

On high may dwell with Thee.

S. J. Stone, 1866.

467

8, 7, 8, 7

Hark! the Church proclaims her honor,

And her strength is only this;

God hath laid her choice upon her,

And the work she doth is His.

2. He His Church has firmly founded,

He will guard what He began;

We, by sin and foes surrounded,

Build her bulwarks as we can.

3. Frail and fleeting are our powers,

Short our days, our foresight dim,

And we own the choice not ours,

We were chosen first by Him.

4. Onward, then! for naught despairing;

Calm we follow at His word,

Thus through joy and sorrow bearing

Faithful witness to our Lord.

5. Though we here must strive in weakness,

Though in tears we often bend,

What His might began in meekness

Shall achieve a glorious end.

S. Preiswerk, 1844; C. Winkworth, tr., 1858.

468

S. M.

I love Thy Zion, Lord,

The house of Thine abode,

The Church our blest Redeemer saved

With His own precious blood.

2. I love Thy Church, O God!

Her walls before Thee stand,

Dear as the apple of Thine eye,

And graven on Thy hand.

3. Should I with scoffers join

Her altars to abuse?

No! better far my tongue were dumb,

My hand its skill should lose.

4. For her my tears shall fall,

For her my prayers ascend,

To her my cares and toils be given

Till toils and cares shall end.

5. Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,

Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise.

6. Jesus, Thou Friend Divine,

Our Savior and our King,

Thy hand from every snare and foe

Shall great deliverance bring.

7. Sure as Thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield

And brighter bliss of heaven.

T. Dwight, 1800, a.

469

6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8 (H. M.)

Lord of the worlds above,

How pleasant and how fair

The dwellings of Thy love,

Thine earthly temples are!

To Thine abode

My heart aspires,

With warm desires

To see my God.

2. Oh, happy souls who pray

Where God appoints to hear!

Oh, happy men who pay

Their constant service there!

They praise Thee still;

And happy they

Who love the way

To Zion’s hill.

3. They go from strength to strength

Through this dark vale of tears,

Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears.

Oh, glorious seat,

When God, our King,

Shall thither bring

Our willing feet!

Isaac Watts, 1719.

MISSIONS.

470

8, 7, 6 l

Saints of God, the dawn is brightening,

Token of our coming Lord;

O’er the earth the field is whitening;

Louder rings the Master’s word:

Pray for reapers

In the harvest of the Lord!

2. Now, O Lord, fulfil Thy pleasure,

Breathe upon Thy chosen band,

And, with Pentecostal measure,

Send forth reapers o’er our land,

Faithful reapers,

Gathering sheaves for Thy right hand.

3. Broad the shadow of our nation,

Eager millions hither roam;

Lo! they wait for Thy salvation.

Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come;

By Thy Spirit

Bring Thy ransomed people home.

4. Soon shall end the time of weeping,

Soon the reaping time will come,

Heaven and earth together keeping

God’s eternal Harvest-home.

Saints and angels

Shout the world’s great Harvest-home.

M. Maxwell, 1849.

471

7, 6, 8 l

The morning light is breaking;

The darkness disappears;

The sons of earth are waking

To penitential tears;

Each breeze that sweeps the ocean

Brings tidings from afar

Of nations in commotion,

Prepared for Zion’s war.

2. See heathen nations bending

Before the God we love,

And thousand hearts ascending

In gratitude above;

While sinners, now confessing,

The Gospel call obey

And seek the Savior’s blessing,

A nation in a day.

3. Blest river of salvation,

Pursue thy onward way;

Flow thou to every nation,

Nor in thy richness stay;

Stay not till all the lowly

Triumphant reach their home;

Stay not till all the holy

Proclaim, “The Lord is come!”

S. F. Smith, 1832.

472

7, 6, 8 l

Our country’s voice is pleading,

Ye men of God, arise!

His providence is leading,

The land before you lies;

Day-gleams are o’er it brightening,

And promise clothes the soil;

Wide fields, for harvest whitening,

Invite the reaper’s toil.

2. Go where the waves are breaking

On California’s shore,

Christ’s precious Gospel taking,

More rich than golden ore;

On Alleghany’s mountains,

Through all the Western vale,

Beside Missouri’s fountains,

Rehearse the wondrous tale.

3. His love of Christ unfolding,

Speed on from east to west,

Till all, His Cross beholding,

In Him are fully blessed.

Great Author of salvation,

Haste, haste the glorious day,

When we, a ransomed nation,

Thy scepter shall obey.

Maria F. Anderson, 1848.

473

L. M.

O Spirit of the living God,

In all Thy plenitude of grace,

Where’er the foot of man hath trod,

Descend on our apostate race.

2. Give tongues of fire and hearts of love

To preach the reconciling Word;

Give power and unction from above

Where’er the joyful sound is heard.

3. Be darkness, at Thy coming, light;

Confusion—order, in Thy path;

Souls without strength inspire with might;

Bid mercy triumph over wrath.

4. O Spirit of the Lord, prepare

A sinful world their God to meet;

Breathe Thou abroad like morning air

Till hearts of stone begin to beat.

5. Baptize the nations; far and nigh

The triumphs of the Cross record;

The name of Jesus glorify

Till every kindred call Him Lord.

6. God from eternity hath willed

All flesh shall His salvation see;

So be the Father’s love fulfilled,

The Savior’s sufferings crowned through Thee.

James Montgomery, 1825.

474

7, 6, 8 l

From Greenland’s icy mountains,

From India’s coral strand,

Where Afric’s sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand;

From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain,

They call us to deliver

Their land from error’s chain.

2. What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle,

Though every prospect pleases

And only man is vile;

In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strown;

The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.

3. Shall we, whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high,—

Shall we to men benighted

The lamp of life deny?

Salvation, O salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim

Till earth’s remotest nation

Has learned Messiah’s name.

4. Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,

And you, ye waters, roll,

Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;

Till o’er our ransomed nature

The Lamb for sinners slain,

Redeemer, King, Creator,

In bliss returns to reign.

Reginald Heber, 1819.

475

L. M.

O Christ, our true and only Light,

Enlighten those who sit in night;

Let those afar now hear Thy voice

And in Thy fold with us rejoice.

2. Fill with the radiance of Thy grace

The souls now lost in error’s maze

And all whom in their secret minds

Some dark delusion haunts and blinds.

3. And all who else have strayed from Thee,

O gently seek! Thy healing be

To every wounded conscience given

And let them also share Thy heaven.

4. O make the deaf to hear Thy Word

And teach the dumb to speak, dear Lord,

Who dare not yet the faith avow,

Though secretly they hold it now.

5. Shine on the darkened and the cold,

Recall the wanderers from Thy fold,

Unite all those who walk apart,

Confirm the weak and doubting heart.

6. So they with us may evermore

Such grace with wondering thanks adore,

And endless praise to Thee be given

By all Thy Church in earth and heaven.

J. Heermann, 1630; C. Winkworth, tr.

476

8, 7, 8 l

Hark! the voice of Jesus crying,

“Who will go and work to-day?

Fields are white and harvests waiting,

Who will bear the sheaves away?”

Loud and long the Master calleth,

Rich reward He offers thee;

Who will answer, gladly saying,

“Here am I, send me, send me”?

2. If you cannot cross the ocean

And the heathen lands explore,

You can find the heathen nearer,

You can help them at your door;

If you cannot give your thousands,

You can give the widow’s mite;

And the least you give for Jesus

Will be precious in His sight.

3. If you cannot speak like angels,

If you cannot preach like Paul,

You can tell the love of Jesus,

You can say He died for all.

If you cannot rouse the wicked

With the Judgment’s dread alarms,

You can lead the little children

To the Savior’s waiting arms.

4. Let none hear you idly saying,

“There is nothing I can do,”

While the souls of men are dying

And the Master calls for you.

Take the task He gives you gladly,

Let His work your pleasure be;

Answer quickly when He calleth,

“Here am I, send me, send me!”

D. March, 1868.

477

8, 7, 8 l

Savior, sprinkle many nations;

Fruitful let Thy sorrows be;

By Thy pains and consolations

Draw the Gentiles unto Thee!

Of Thy Cross the wondrous story,

Be it to the nations told;

Let them see Thee in Thy glory

And Thy mercy manifold.

2. Let to mortals all be given

Thee to know and life to gain,

Thee the very God of heaven,

Thee the Man for sinners slain!

Speak Thou, through the Gospel-tiding,

Peace to every human breast;

Grant to all in Thee confiding

Mercy, solace, hope, and rest.

3. Great the need in every nation,

Dense the darkness of sin’s night;

Let Thy Spirit bring salvation,

Love’s pure flame, and wisdom’s light.

Give the Word, Thy preachers strengthen

With the prophets’ power of old,

Help them Zion’s cords to lengthen,

All Thy wandering sheep to fold!

A. C. Coxe, 1851; Stanzas 2 and 3 a., W. G. Polack, 1927.

478

10s

Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise!

Exalt thy towering head and lift thine eyes;

See heaven its sparkling portals wide display

And break upon thee in a flood of day.

2. See a long race thy spacious court adorn;

See future sons and daughters, yet unborn,

In crowding ranks on every side arise,

Demanding life, impatient for the skies.

3. See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,

Walk in the light and in thy temple bend;

See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings,

While every land its joyful tribute brings.

4. The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay,

Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;

But fixed this Word, this saving power, remains;

Thy realms shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.

Alexander Pope, 1720.

479

L. M.

Look from Thy sphere of endless day,

O God of mercy and of might!

In pity look on those who stray

Benighted in this land of light.

2. In peopled vale, in lonely glen,

In crowded mart, by stream or sea,

How many of the sons of men

Hear not the message sent from Thee!

3. Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call

The thoughtless young, the hardened old,

A scattered, homeless flock, till all

Be gathered to Thy peaceful fold.

4. Send them Thy mighty Word to speak,

Till faith shall dawn and doubt depart,

To awe the bold, to stay the weak,

And bind and heal the broken heart.

5. Then all these wastes, a dreary scene,

That makes us sadden as we gaze,

Shall grow with living waters green

And lift to heaven the voice of praise.

William Cullen Bryant, 1840, a.

480

8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 7, 7

May God bestow on us His grace,

With blessings rich provide us,

And may the brightness of His face,

To life eternal guide us,

That we His gracious work may know

And what is His good pleasure,

And also to the heathen show

Christ’s riches without measure

And unto God convert them.

2. Thine over all shall be the praise

And thanks of every nation,

And all the world with joy shall raise

The voice of exultation;

For Thou shalt judge the earth, O Lord,

Nor suffer sin to flourish;

Thy people’s pasture is Thy Word

Their souls to feed and nourish,

In righteous paths to keep them.

3. O let the people praise Thy worth,

In all good works increasing;

The land shall plenteous fruit bring forth,

Thy Word is rich in blessing.

May God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Spirit bless us!

Let all the world praise Him alone,

Let solemn awe possess us.

Now let our hearts say, Amen.

Martin Luther, 1524.

481

L. M. 6 l

Awake, Thou Spirit, who didst fire

The watchmen of the Church’s youth,

Who faced the foe’s envenomed ire,

Who witnessed day and night Thy truth,

Whose voices loud are ringing still

And bringing hosts to know Thy will.

2. Lord, let our earnest prayer be heard,

The prayer Thy Son hath bid us pray;

For, lo, Thy children’s hearts are stirred

In every land in this our day

To cry with fervent soul to Thee,

O help us, Lord! So let it be!

3. O haste to help ere we are lost!

Send preachers forth, in spirit strong,

Armed with Thy Word, a dauntless host,

Bold to attack the rule of wrong;

Let them the earth for Thee reclaim,

Thy heritage, to know Thy name.

4. Would there were help within our walls!

O let Thy Spirit come again,

Before whom every barrier falls;

And now once more shine forth as then.

O rend the heavens and make us free!

Come, Lord, and bring us back to Thee!

5. And let Thy Word have speedy course,

Through every land be glorified,

Till all the heathen know its force

And fill Thy churches far and wide.

Spread Thou the conquest of Thy Word

And let Thy kingdom come, O Lord!

6. The Church’s desert paths restore;

Let stumbling-blocks that in them lie

Hinder Thy Word henceforth no more;

Error destroy, and heresy,

And let Thy Church, from hirelings free,

Bloom as a garden fair to Thee.

C. H. Bogatzky, 1750; C. Winkworth, tr., a., 1855.

482

7s

Soldiers of the Cross, arise,

Gird you with your armor bright;

Mighty are your enemies,

Hard the battle ye must fight.

2. O’er a faithless, fallen world

Raise your banner in the sky;

Let it float there wide unfurled;

Bear it onward, lift it high.

3. Mid the homes of want and woe,

Strangers to the living Word,

Let the Savior’s heralds go,

Let the voice of hope be heard.

4. Where the shadows deepest lie,

Carry truth’s unsullied ray;

Where are crimes of blackest dye,

There the saving sign display.

5. To the weary and the worn

Tell of realms where sorrows cease;

To the outcast and forlorn

Speak of mercy and of peace.

6. Guard the helpless; seek the strayed;

Comfort troubles; banish grief;

In the might of God arrayed,

Scatter sin and unbelief.

7. Be the banner still unfurled,

Still unsheathed the Spirit’s Sword,

Till the kingdoms of the world

Are the kingdom of the Lord.

W. W. How, 1854.

483

L. M.

Jesus shall reign where’er the sun

Does his successive journeys run;

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore

Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2. To Him shall endless prayer be made

And endless praises crown His head;

His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise

With every morning sacrifice.

3. People and realms of every tongue

Dwell on His love with sweetest song;

And infant voices shall proclaim

Their early blessings on His name.

4. Blessings abound where’er He reigns;

The prisoner leaps to loose his chains,

The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

5. Where He displays His healing power,

Death and the curse are known no more;

In Him the tribes of Adam boast

More blessings than their father lost.

6. Let every creature rise and bring

Peculiar honors to our King;

Angels descend with songs again,

And earth repeat the loud Amen.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

484

8, 8, 8, 6

Send Thou, O Lord, to every place

Swift messengers before Thy face,

The heralds of Thy wondrous grace,

Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

2. Send men whose eyes have seen the King,

Men in whose ears His sweet words ring;

Send such Thy lost ones home to bring;

Send them where Thou wilt come,—

3. To bring good news to souls in sin,

The bruised and broken hearts to win;

In every place to bring them in

Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

4. Thou who hast died, Thy victory claim;

Assert, O Christ, Thy glory’s name

And far to lands of pagan shame

Send men where Thou wilt come.

5. Gird each one with the Spirit’s Sword,

The sword of Thine own deathless Word,

And make them conquerors, conquering Lord,

Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

6. Raise up, O Lord the Holy Ghost,

From this broad land a mighty host,

Their war-cry, “We will seek the lost

Where Thou, O Christ, wilt come!”

Mrs. M. E. Gates, 1889.

THE MINISTRY.

485

8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 6 (C. P. M.)

Lord of the Church, we humbly pray

For those who guide us in Thy way

And speak Thy holy Word;

With love divine their hearts inspire

And touch their lips with hallowed fire

And needful strength afford.

2. Help them to preach the Truth of God,

Redemption through the Savior’s blood,

Nor let the Spirit cease

On all the Church His gifts to shower,—

To them a messenger of power;

To us, of life and peace.

3. So may they live to Thee alone;

Then hear the welcome word, “Well done!”

And take their crown above;

Enter into their Master’s joy

And all eternity employ

In praise and bliss and love.

E. Osler, 1836.

486

10s

God of the prophets, bless the prophets’ sons;

Elijah’s mantle o’er Elisha cast;

Each age its solemn task may claim but once;

Make each a nobler, stronger than the last!

2. Anoint them prophets! Make their ears attent

To Thy divinest speech; their hearts awake

To human need; their lips make eloquent

T’assure the right and every evil break.

3. Anoint them priests! Strong intercessors they

For pardon and for charity and peace!

Ah, if with them the world might pass, astray,

Into the dear Christ’s life of sacrifice!

4. Anoint them kings; aye, kindly kings, O Lord!

Anoint them with the Spirit of Thy Son!

Theirs not a jeweled crown, a blood-stained sword;

Theirs, by sweet love, for Christ a kingdom won!

5. Make them apostles, heralds of Thy Cross!

Forth may they go to tell all realms Thy grace.

Inspired of Thee, may they count all but loss

And stand at last with joy before Thy face.

6. O mighty age of prophet-kings, return!

O truth, O faith, enrich our urgent time!

Lord Jesus Christ, again with us sojourn;

A weary world awaits Thy reign sublime!

D. Wortman, 1884.

487

S. M. 8 l

Lord, when at Thy command

The Word of Life we sow,

Watered by Thy almighty hand,

The seed shall surely grow;

The virtue of Thy grace

A large increase shall give

And multiply the faithful race

Who to Thy glory live.

2. Now, then, the ceaseless shower

Of Gospel-blessings send

And let the soul-converting power

Thy ministers attend;

On multitudes confer

The heart-renewing love

And by the joy of grace prepare

For fuller joys above.

Charles Wesley.

488

L. M.

Lord, pour Thy Spirit from on high

And Thine ordainèd servants bless;

Graces and gifts to each supply

And clothe Thy priests with righteousness.

2. Within Thy temple when they stand

To teach the truth as taught by Thee,

Savior, like stars in Thy right hand,

Let all Thy Church’s pastors be.

3. Wisdom and zeal and faith impart,

Firmness and meekness from above,

To bear Thy people in their heart

And love the souls whom Thou dost love;

4. To watch and pray and never faint

By day and night strict guard to keep,

To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,

To feed Thy lambs, and fold Thy sheep.

5. So, when their work is finished here,

They may in hope their charge resign;

So, when their Master shall appear,

They may with crowns of glory shine.

James Montgomery, 1833.

489

L. M.

We bid thee welcome in the name

Of Jesus, our exalted Head.

Come as a servant,—so He came,—

And we receive thee in His stead.

2. Come as a shepherd; guard and keep

This fold from hell and earth and sin;

Nourish the lambs and feed the sheep;

The wounded heal, the lost bring in.

3. Come as a teacher sent from God,

Charged His whole counsel to declare;

Lift o’er our ranks the prophet’s rod

While we uphold thy hands with prayer.

4. Come as a messenger of peace,

Filled with the Spirit, fired with love;

Live to behold our large increase

And die to meet us all above.

James Montgomery.

490

S. M.

How beauteous are their feet

Who stand on Zion’s hill;

Who bring salvation on their tongues

And words of peace reveal!

2. How charming is their voice!

How sweet their tidings are!

“Zion, behold thy Savior-King!

He reigns and triumphs here.”

3. How happy are our ears

That hear this joyful sound

Which kings and prophets waited for

And sought, but never found!

4. How blessed are our eyes

That see this heavenly light!

Prophets and kings desired it long,

But died without the sight.

5. The watchmen join their voice

And tuneful notes employ;

Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,

And deserts learn the joy.

6. The Lord makes bare His arm

Through all the earth abroad.

Let every nation now behold

Their Savior and their God.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

491

S. M.

Lord of the harvest, hear

Thy needy servants cry;

Answer our faith’s effectual prayer

And all our wants supply.

2. On Thee we humbly wait,

Our wants are in Thy view.

The harvest, truly, Lord, is great,

The laborers are few.

3. Convert and send forth more

Into Thy Church abroad

And let them speak Thy Word of Power

As workers with their God.

4. Oh, let them spread Thy name,

Their mission fully prove,

Thy universal grace proclaim,

Thine all-redeeming love!

Charles Wesley, 1742.

492

L. M. 6 l

Thou who the night in prayer didst spend

And then didst Thine apostles send,

And bidd’st us pray the harvest’s Lord

To send forth sowers of Thy Word,—

Hear and Thy chosen servants bless

With sevenfold gifts of holiness.

2. Oh, may Thy pastors faithful be,

Not laboring for themselves, but Thee!

Give grace to feed with wholesome food

The sheep and lambs bought by Thy blood,

To tend Thy flock, and thus to prove

How dearly they the Shepherd love.

3. Oh, may Thy people faithful be,

And in Thy pastors honor Thee,

And with them work, and for them pray,

And gladly Thee in them obey;

Receive the prophet of the Lord

And gain the prophet’s own reward!

4. So may we, when our work is done,

Together stand before Thy throne

And joyful hearts and voices raise

In one united song of praise,

With all the bright celestial host,

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

C. Wordsworth.

493

L. M.

Bow down Thine ear, almighty Lord,

And hear Thy Church’s suppliant cry

For all who preach Thy saving Word

And wait upon Thy ministry.

2. In mercy, Father, now give heed

And pour Thy quickening Spirit’s breath

On those whom Thou dost call to feed

Thy flock redeemed by Jesus’ death.

3. O Savior, from Thy piercèd hand

Shed o’er them all Thy gifts divine

That those who in Thy presence stand

May do Thy will with love like Thine.

4. Blest Spirit, in their hearts abide

And give them grace to watch and pray,

That, as they seek Thy flock to guide,

Themselves may keep the narrow way.

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