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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.