May God, dear brethren, crown your souls
With heavenly beauties, rich and rare;
And mould, upon your earthly lives,
The Impress of His Love and Care,
May glory mark your onward flight,
To Spheres of Everlasting Joy,
Where Happiness and endless Light
Shine forth undimmed, without alloy.
May holy angels wreathe for you
Unfading garlands, fresh and fair,
And place them on your mortal brows
As tokens of their faithful care;
And may each gentle influence
Reflect o'er all a brilliant glow,
And draw them nearer to that world
Where richest pleasures ever flow.
0, may the Star of Truth and Love
Diffuse o'er you its cheering rays,
And guide your souls to God above,
In never-ceasing prayer and praise!
For every blessing you enjoy
His Loving Hand to you imparts;
To Him alone should you ascribe
The grateful homage of your hearts.
Push forward, friends, the sacred work
Which God unto you now has given;
Assist the panting soul to find
The glorious path which leads to Heaven.
0, aid the fallen ones to rise;
Pour in their wounds the oil of love,
And dry the tears from weeping eyes,
By words of cheer from realms above!
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