Maker of earth, to Thee alone Perpetual rest belongs; And the bright choirs around Thy throne May pour their endless songs. But we???ah holy now no more! Are doomed to toil and pain; Yet exiles on an alien shore May sing their country???s strain. Father, Whose promise binds Thee still To heal the suppliant throng, Grant us to mourn the deeds of ill That banish us so long. And, while we mourn, in faith to rest Upon Thy love and care, Till Thou restore us with the blest The song of heaven to share. O God the Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost, To Thee be praise, great Three in One, From Thy created host.
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