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<p>New page: {{info}} About a trillion centuries&lt;br&gt;Before the world was made, and seas&lt;br&gt;Of deep and empty space were not&lt;br&gt;Yet there to make an endless spot&lt;br&gt;For nothingness, nor Gabriel,&lt;br&gt;Nor...</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>{{info}}<br /> <br /> About a trillion centuries&lt;br&gt;Before the world was made, and seas&lt;br&gt;Of deep and empty space were not&lt;br&gt;Yet there to make an endless spot&lt;br&gt;For nothingness, nor Gabriel,&lt;br&gt;Nor Lucifer, nor flames of hell,&lt;br&gt;Nor beasts and elders round the throne,&lt;br&gt;But only God the Lord alone—&lt;br&gt;No element of any kind,&lt;br&gt;Nor measurement, but only Mind—&lt;br&gt;Ages before the Lord employed&lt;br&gt;His sovereign power to make a void&lt;br&gt;Beside the vastness of his will,&lt;br&gt;When there was only God to fill&lt;br&gt;The mind of God with joy and He&lt;br&gt;Was Life, and absolutely free...&amp;nbsp;<br /> <br /> The Father fixed his gaze on me,&lt;br&gt;Foreknew my soul that I should be&lt;br&gt;At first ashamed before his face,&lt;br&gt;And then a vessel for his grace;&lt;br&gt;And in the Holy Trinity&lt;br&gt;Engaged a glad conspiracy&lt;br&gt;Of love that all the energy&lt;br&gt;Of God should be employed to see&lt;br&gt;That I, when all his work is done,&lt;br&gt;Would bear the image of his Son. <br /> <br /> And I indeed have been ashamed&lt;br&gt;For awesome things that I have named&lt;br&gt;A sham. Once in Ms. Clanton's class&lt;br&gt;A group of us with ample brass&lt;br&gt;Announced our sure and reasoned scheme:&lt;br&gt;&quot;Predestination is a dream&lt;br&gt;Of Presbyterians misled&lt;br&gt;By Calvin who had lost his head&lt;br&gt;And killed a man for heresy&lt;br&gt;Back in the sixteenth century.&quot;&lt;br&gt;And I pursued their praise with zest . . . <br /> <br /> . . . As though a bird should curse the air&lt;br&gt;Beneath its wing, and fish compare&lt;br&gt;The ocean to a grave, the ant&lt;br&gt;Should lift its mighty voice and rant&lt;br&gt;Against the earth with pride obsessed,&lt;br&gt;And infants rail against the breast. <br /> <br /> And O, the shame, the shame of those&lt;br&gt;Presumptuous years to one who knows&lt;br&gt;Far better now. Had not the gaze&lt;br&gt;Of God affixed itself with rays&lt;br&gt;Of mercy on my unborn soul,&lt;br&gt;And burned my name into the scroll&lt;br&gt;Of life, there would have been no cause&lt;br&gt;That all my proud and ugly flaws&lt;br&gt;Should be pursued with mercy all&lt;br&gt;My days. <br /> <br /> O God of great and small,&lt;br&gt;O God of free and sovereign grace,&lt;br&gt;How great and wonderful your ways,&lt;br&gt;Ordaining all before its days!&lt;br&gt;To you alone be endless praise!&lt;br&gt;Come, meet us in this season bright!&lt;br&gt;We glorify your holy might,&lt;br&gt;And give the name to candle one:&lt;br&gt;Foreknown and destined in the Son. &lt;br&gt;</div>

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