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A REQUIEM. |
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X. A REQUIEM.
Thou art free from pain, and sorrow
Like a cloud from thee hath passed;
And the day that knows no morrow
Hath arisen on thee at last.
The fair seal of life for ever
Glitters clear upon thy brow;
And the sound of the dark river
Hath no terror to thee now.
Like a cloud from thee hath passed;
And the day that knows no morrow
Hath arisen on thee at last.
The fair seal of life for ever
Glitters clear upon thy brow;
And the sound of the dark river
Hath no terror to thee now.
Sore we wept when we were taking
Our long farewell look at thee;
But around thee light was breaking
Which no eye but thine might see.
On thine ear a voice was falling
Which to our ear might not come,—
'Twas the voice of Jesus calling
His belovèd to her home.
Our long farewell look at thee;
But around thee light was breaking
Which no eye but thine might see.
On thine ear a voice was falling
Which to our ear might not come,—
'Twas the voice of Jesus calling
His belovèd to her home.
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In the snow-white linen vested,
Thou art sitting at the feast,
And thy head is sweetly rested
On the Saviour's loving breast.
Thou hast heard the saints all singing,
Thou hast also waved the palm,
While the golden harps were ringing
In the pauses of the psalm.
Thou art sitting at the feast,
And thy head is sweetly rested
On the Saviour's loving breast.
Thou hast heard the saints all singing,
Thou hast also waved the palm,
While the golden harps were ringing
In the pauses of the psalm.
Thou hast walked the pathways golden,
Where the faithful walk in white,—
With undazzled eyes beholden
The fair city's jasper-light.
Thou art safe there from all evil,—
There no hurtful thing may be;
O'er the world, the flesh, the devil,
Thou hast gained the victory.
Where the faithful walk in white,—
With undazzled eyes beholden
The fair city's jasper-light.
Thou art safe there from all evil,—
There no hurtful thing may be;
O'er the world, the flesh, the devil,
Thou hast gained the victory.
Wherefore we do not bewail thee,
But will press the faster on,
Till we meet thee, till we hail thee,
In the land where thou art gone:
Where the crystal river floweth
For the comfort of the blessed,
And the tree of healing throweth
Its broad shadow o'er their rest.
But will press the faster on,
Till we meet thee, till we hail thee,
In the land where thou art gone:
Where the crystal river floweth
For the comfort of the blessed,
And the tree of healing throweth
Its broad shadow o'er their rest.
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