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 Let us pardon now entreating, slain our spirit greeting, Fit ourselves above for meeting Joys that holy souls desire.

Lo! the world is passing quickly, Fall its beauty's blossoms thickly, Viler daily and more sickly Its fallacious glories grow,

Which demerge to lakes infernal; Let the glory then supernal, And the bliss of life eternal Ever thro' our mem'ry flow,

That from Death's dominion gliding, With the saints in bliss abiding, We may joy in residing The supreme delight on high:

Unto whom, all praise possessing, Love and warmest heart's caressing, Glory, honour, might, and blessing, Throughout all eternity.