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 With Him they dwell, no more distressed, In the fair Land of light and rest: He gives them mansions, one and all, In that His Heavenly Hall: —Thus have they changed their loss for gain, By that accursed Monarch slain.

A voice from Ramah was there sent, A voice of weeping and lament: When Rachel mourned the children's care Whom for the tyrant's sword she bare. Triumphal is their glory now Whom earthly torments could not bow: What time, both far and near that went, A voice from Ramah was there sent.

Fear not, O little flock and blest, The lion that your life oppressed! To heavenly pastures ever new The heavenly Shepherd leadeth you; Who, dwelling now on Sion's hill The dear footsteps follow still: By tyrant there no more distressed, Fear not, O little flock and blest!

And every tear is wiped away By your dear bands for aye;