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Their Father's throne of pure eternal love,
And in His name who bore the bitter cross
Forgiveness sought and breathed their praise to heaven.
Angels! to whom of God the task is given
With loving ministries, though all unseen, to watch
And keep, with care unwearied, every hour,
The heirs of life whose souls in love abide;
Ye at that hour were nigh. Ye saw them bow
And worship; heard those fervent lips declare
That God should be their God; heard them entreat
That He whom heaven itself, the heaven of heavens,
Could not contain, would with them deign to dwell,
Gladdening their Home and hearts with that same smile
That gladdens all above; would own them His,
Them and their household, and in trouble's day,
Or when thick perils should beset them round,
Such as must come to all, comfort and rest
Beneath the shadow of his wings would give.
Ye saw—for ye have spiritual vision clear—
How rose their warm affections to the throne,