Sleep
thou dust and ashes
sleep;
When the trump shall wake the dead
Pure immortal
thou shalt leap
From thy narrow
earthy bed;
Like an angel thou shalt fly
Far above the starry sky.
Grant
Thou Triune Deity
We
with him
may then arise
Hear Thee in benignity
Bid us reign above the skies
Strike our golden harps above
In the bright abode of love.
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