Here they live in endleſs being;
Paſſingneſs hath paſſed away;
Here they bloom, they thrive, they flouriſh,
For decayed is all decay:
Laſting energy hath ſwallowed
Darkling death's malignant ſway.
Though each one's reſpective merit
Hath its varying palm aſſigned,
Love takes all as his poſſeſſion,
Where his power hath all combined;
So that all that each poſſeſſes
All partake in unconfined.
Christ, Thy ſoldiers' palm of honor,
Unto this Thy city free
Lead me when my warfare's girdle
I ſhall caſt away from me—
A partaker in Thy bounty
With Thy bleſſed ones to be.
Grant me vigor, while I labor
In the ceaſeleſs battle preſſed,
That Thou mayſt, the conflict over,
Grant me everlaſting reſt;
And I may at length inherit
Thee, my portion ever bleſt."
