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Let us pardon now entreating,
Jesus 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 God 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.
