Come on my partners in distress,
My comrades through the wilderness,
Who still your bodies feel;
Awhile forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond this vale of tears
To that celestial hill.

That great mysterious deity
We soon with open face shall see;
The beatific sight
Shall fill heav’n’s sounding courts with praise,
And wide diffuse the golden blaze
Of everlasting light.

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