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Deacons awake, the work fulfill —
The work to you assigned;
Discharge your sacred duties well
With pure and upright mind.
The table of your gracious Lord,
The Lord who for us died —
The church's poor and pastor's board,
By you must be supplied.
How great, how solemn your employ!
Preserve a conscience pure;
Be grave amid your social joy,
And blameless and sincere.
Still let the myst'ry of your faith
In bright effulgence glow;
Hear what the Lord your Saviour saith:
"Fulfill your work below."
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