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For all the children of the Bride,
The subjects of the King,
With each returning eventide
Have learnt his song to sing.
He sings of 'peace,’ 'salvation,’ 'light:’
His lovely words we take
For consolation night by night,
Until God’s morning break.
Then, when our dazzled eyes grow dim,
Breathed with our parting breath
The old man's sweet, heart-soothing hymn
Glad welcome gives to death.
