"The ransomed soul, in glory clad,
Shines brighter than meridian sun
The weary pilgrim, now so sad,
There finds his toilsome journey done.
Cheer up, O saint, oppressed with grief,
With joy expand your drooping wing;
Jesus affords the kind relief;
Jesus extracts the envenomed sting.
Soon you will reach the blessed abode,
Where happy pilgrims ever reign;
Soon shall you see the face of God,
And all the bliss of heaven obtain."
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