O' Grant eternal peace, unsaved or saved
Oh Lord, allow them rest, eternal ease.
Unwise beliefs, soiled souls; far from depraved.
The dark of heart, I pray, be washed, oh, please!
Forsake not one, exalted God, my plea.
I kneel this day, my vows sincere, Oh Lord,
Morose, Am I! But not dismayed, at Thee,
Your Son's parole assured our lives, restored,
that sins of man removed at death were sure!
I weep for each lost soul held stained entombed
Rise up! Delight the stars! Amuse the Pure!
Defeat deaths' chains, rejoice absolved, exhumed.
Above all sin, You Reign. Amen, we praise!
For life beyond we seek, our hands upraised.
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