May God, dear brethren, crown your soulsWith 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 lightShine 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 influenceReflect o'er all a brilliant glow,And draw them nearer to that worldWhere richest pleasures ever flow.
O, may the star of truth and loveDiffuse o'er you its cheering rays,And guide your souls to God above,In never-ceasing prayer and praise!
For every blessing you enjoyHis loving hand to you imparts—To Him alone should you ascribeThe grateful homage of your hearts.
Push forward, friends, the sacred workWhich God unto you now has given—Assist the panting soul to findThe glorious path which leads to Heaven.
O, 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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