QUESTION.
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Are your ears deaf with praises, you blessed dead of Heaven,
And your eyes blind with glory, that you cannot see' our pain?
If you saw, if you heard, you would weep among the angels,
And the praises and the glory would be for you in vain.
And your eyes blind with glory, that you cannot see' our pain?
If you saw, if you heard, you would weep among the angels,
And the praises and the glory would be for you in vain.
Yet He listens to our praying, the great God of pity,
As He fills with pain the measure of our Life's little day,—
Could He bear to sit and shine there, on His white throne in Heaven,
But that He sees the end, while we only see the way?
As He fills with pain the measure of our Life's little day,—
Could He bear to sit and shine there, on His white throne in Heaven,
But that He sees the end, while we only see the way?
