“Fly, like a youthful hart or roe,
Over the hills where spices grow.”

—  Isaac Watts

Hymn 79, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book I.
Attributed from postum publications, Hymns and Spiritual Songs (1773)

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English hymnwriter, theologian and logician 1674–1748

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