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i'm sorry.
Pardoned and blest, in sweet contentment he
Had closed his eyes and slumbered peacefully,
Whilst I, as one who had new light received,
Mused on the thoughts my soul had just conceived.
Could human love condone more than Divine?
God's great heart be less pitiful than mine?
Had closed his eyes and slumbered peacefully,
Whilst I, as one who had new light received,
Mused on the thoughts my soul had just conceived.
Could human love condone more than Divine?
God's great heart be less pitiful than mine?
And my soul answered, No. When death doth come,
And we, too, sorry, grieving in the gloom,
Longing, like a repentant little child,
With God our Father to be reconciled;
Shrinking among the shadows we shall hear
His voice, and feel His presence drawing near;
And though we may not see Him, our alarms
Will vanish when the Everlasting Arms
Close round us. Then, ah then, forgiven,
We, too, shall sweetly sleep, at peace with heaven.
And we, too, sorry, grieving in the gloom,
Longing, like a repentant little child,
With God our Father to be reconciled;
Shrinking among the shadows we shall hear
His voice, and feel His presence drawing near;
And though we may not see Him, our alarms
Will vanish when the Everlasting Arms
Close round us. Then, ah then, forgiven,
We, too, shall sweetly sleep, at peace with heaven.
