Laban, S.M. [E]
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6 Thy royal throne, O God,
From everlasting is;
A righteous scepter evermore
Thy kingdom's scepter is.
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| 7. |
7 Thou righteousnees hast loved,
And wickedness abhorred;
On Thee, 'bove all, has God, Thy God,
The oil of gladness poured.
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| 8. |
8 With cassia, aloes, myrrh,
Thy robes sweet fragrance had;
From palaces of ivory
The sweet harps made Thee glad.
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| 9. |
9 King's daughters are among
Those who in honor stand.
Thy bride arrayed in Ophir gold
There stands at Thy right hand.
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