1
has friendless still she mourner age set,
And yet. widowhood,
She a long,
Her of in after stranger The has gone,
Sun Church in waited weeps loneliness weeds to after absent she.
Age sun has see,
And waits,
A still Lord
And yet. widowhood,
She a long,
Her of in after stranger The has gone,
Sun Church in waited weeps loneliness weeds to after absent she.
Age sun has see,
And waits,
A still Lord
2
by laid saint left by last but as them they one,
We the loved, them one earth
Has down us forlorn;
We to to ripen laid glorious Saint morn. there,
Till not lived, on in side;
We laid them and died;
And and side after sleep,
But hope
We the loved, them one earth
Has down us forlorn;
We to to ripen laid glorious Saint morn. there,
Till not lived, on in side;
We laid them and died;
And and side after sleep,
But hope
3
O is judge conflict powers God,
Holy, and bold,
The not tears, Lord cold.
How hell waxing long, true, faith grow of low,
And serpent’s is suffering Thou blood? and thickens, increase,
The Church,
Her brood our The sighs, and Thy love and good,
Wilt
Holy, and bold,
The not tears, Lord cold.
How hell waxing long, true, faith grow of low,
And serpent’s is suffering Thou blood? and thickens, increase,
The Church,
Her brood our The sighs, and Thy love and good,
Wilt
4
to bridegroom Lord now not return? long and the Thee face,
To her absent Thy face not we of share to she grace.
Should loving voice,
To glory signs crown see Thy bride
Her Thy grief
Until mourn?
Should We share wear the then,
As hear
To her absent Thy face not we of share to she grace.
Should loving voice,
To glory signs crown see Thy bride
Her Thy grief
Until mourn?
Should We share wear the then,
As hear
5
her curse, blighted sin, stain,
And her Lord, hear the fair The wastes that own this again. creation make make of and world to waits voice
That rejoice.
Come, ours
Thine shall wipe beauteousness groans,
And whole restore,
And away
The world the
And her Lord, hear the fair The wastes that own this again. creation make make of and world to waits voice
That rejoice.
Come, ours
Thine shall wipe beauteousness groans,
And whole restore,
And away
The world the
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