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John.14.2
Versi 1
1
Our Father‘s home eternal,
O Christ, Thou dost prepare
With many divers mansions,
And each one passing fair;
They are the victors‘ guerdon,
Who, through the hard-won fight,
Have followed in Thy footsteps,
And reign with Thee in light.
2
Amidst the happy number
The virgins‘ crown and queen,
The ever-virgin mother
Is first and foremost seen;
The patriarchs in their triumph
Thy praises nobly sing;
The prophets of Thy wisdom
Adore the nations‘ King.
3
Th‘apostles reign in glory,
The martyrs joy in Thee;
The virgins and confessors
Thy shining brightness see;
And every patient sufferer,
Who sorrow dared contemn,
For each especial anguish
Hath one especial gem.
4
The holy men and women,
Their earthly struggle o‘er,
With joy put off the armor
That they shall need no more;
For these, and all that battled
Beneath their Monarch‘s eyes,
The harder was the conflict,
The brighter is the prize.
5
And every faithful servant
Made perfect in Thy grace,
Hath each his fitting station
‘Mid those that see Thy face;
The bondsman and the noble,
The peasant and the king,
All gird one glorious Monarch
In one eternal ring.