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/ On Canaan's fairest borders, in thought, I seemed to stand, / I'd left my broken palace for this long-wished-for land. / On earth for me they're mourning, friends weeping sad and low, / It seemed the bells were sobbing, my joy there none could know.
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Most Gracious King, One Lord in Three, / All Heaven in anthems rung, / Hosanna, praise, triumphantly, / Rejoice for the lost Christ won.
On earth, loved ones were sighing around my vacant chair, / Our risen Lord forgetting, smiles turn to lines of care; / In Heaven the waves of gladness, from gate to gate doth roll, / And Christ now changed my spirit into a ministering soul.
From beauties of Christ's kingdom, I came to earth by night, / To mine I whispered comfort, breathed of celestial light; / I hovered near the aged, who sorrowed till the end, / And soothed the restless slumbers of those who knew no friend.
Into the lowly dwellings, where mother's cheeks grew pale, / I kissed the fading forehead, and hushed the infant's wail; / The wrath of men appeasing, to weary laborers gave / A greeting smile, and told them Christ came on earth to save.
Moan not, O bells, but joyous ring out your Christian souls, / Eternity, all wondrous, brightly to them unfolds; / From death to life their changing, let glorias float afar, / Our loved, our lost, are watching, within the gates ajar.