Thou our God, Father and Friend,
Teach us to thank Thee
As we journey on without end
None ever wish to descend
Save to aid and encourage
Each timid and dear mortal friend.
That they may advance
When they hear Thy clear call
From high up above,
From the Throne of Pure Love,
Where all is so peaceful, so true,
That naught but happiness
May be possible through the radiant blue.
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