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 ::::::No mortal bliss
 * Can match his above—
 * You’ve an angel to kiss,
 * When you aspire
 * To the home of desire,

Filled with an infinite Mercy and Love.


 * Always to you
 * He will be glorious,
 * “Tender and true.”
 * Out of great sorrow
 * Comes a bright morrow,

When your strong soul will meet him victorious.


 * He went before
 * To lead you aright—
 * To endure and adore:
 * Free from all stain,
 * You shall meet him again,

Crowned and caressed in kingdoms of light.


 * Better by far
 * To know he is blest,
 * Like a radiant star,
 * Than bruised by the blow
 * Of the world in its woe—

Better God’s wonderful, mystical rest.