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Be ye lift up, ye deathless doors;

Let wave your banners o'er Him!

Exult, ye streets; be strewn, ye floors,

With palm, with bay, before Him!

With transport fetch Him in,

Ye ransom'd folk from sin--

Your Lord, return'd to bless!

O kneeling king, confess--

O subject men, adore Him!

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