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“From narrow things to great.” The words might stand
Fit motto for Death's portal, grim and black,
From which we shrink and shudder, and look back
With yearning eyes on this familiar land
Where we have lived and loved, enjoyed and plann'd.
But think we that upon the other side
This gate is life; beyond, it opens wide
On everlasting hills, celestial, grand,
Fit motto for Death's portal, grim and black,
From which we shrink and shudder, and look back
With yearning eyes on this familiar land
Where we have lived and loved, enjoyed and plann'd.
But think we that upon the other side
This gate is life; beyond, it opens wide
On everlasting hills, celestial, grand,
Bright with the lustrous shinings of God's face,
Scenes of surpassing beauty and delight,
Rivers of pleasure, noons without a night,
Marvels of glory and surpassing grace?
Ah, fools and blind, to tremble at the door
Through which we pass to joys for evermore.
Scenes of surpassing beauty and delight,
Rivers of pleasure, noons without a night,
Marvels of glory and surpassing grace?
Ah, fools and blind, to tremble at the door
Through which we pass to joys for evermore.
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