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Are but little to be feared,
Nor may be with them compared;—
These to wit may be declared,
Those are indescribable.
But the joy by saints possessed
And the bliss of angels blessed,
And the praise to God addressed,
Ne'er can earthly lips declare;
There thou'lt see the heav'nly vision,
And embrace in love's fruition,
Full of sweetness, might, cognition,
Swift and shining, free and fair.
Where God's face in glory splendid
Ever is toward thee bended,
Blest to whom it is extended
Such a vision to enjoy:
Never dreading separation,
In unbounded exultation,
Without fear or trepidation,
Without suffering or alloy.
Angels their soft chorus swelling,
Beauteous, and in good excelling,
In existence endless dwelling,—
Death is unremembered there.
