Lord, to thy loving arms
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Lord, to thy loving arms Our brother we restore, Where neither sin nor sorrow harms Upon the further shore. He dwells in peace above, Where never care may come; The soul that thou didst lend in love, In love thou callest home. Lord, when we sorrow most, Then most one flock are we; We grow not fewer, though the host Step one by one to thee. Whate'er befall, at length Thus to thy heart we come; Ah, lead us on from strength to strength; Then draw us gently home. |
Hunc tibi redditum benignus accipe dolore et culpa liberum in isto margine. Supra nunc habitat curis impervius; te commodante venerat, tu revocas bonus. Sit dolor maximus, tum vere iungimur; nec singulis migrantibus cohors minuitur. Quodcumque eveniet, tu nos suscipies; fac fortiores semper et postremo reduces. |