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O blessed world! we cry, uncrossed
    By grief or sin,
How will these souls now tempted, tossed,
    Rejoice to win
    Those shores that shine
    With Peace divine!

Jesus, most tried, most tempted One,
    Dear sinless Lord,
What toil was Thine beneath the sun!
    By scourge and cord,
    And bitter food,
    And cruel rood,

That Heavenly Rest for us was bought;
    And, oh! that we
Might count our light affliction nought
    In following Thee,
    And here below
    Its sweetness know!

That sweetness, dearest Lord, at least
    One hour may bring,
When to Thy Presence in the Feast
    Divine we cling,
    And wondrously
    Commune with Thee!