  Whose works, O Lord, like Thine can be, Who 'neath Thy throne of grace, For those pure souls from earth set free, Hast made a dwelling-place? There are the sinless spirits bound Up in the bond of life, The weary there new strength have found, The weak have rest from strife. Sweet peace and calm their spirits bless, Who reach that heavenly home, And never-ending pleasantness— Such is the world to come. There glorious visions manifold Those happy ones delight, And in God's presence they behold Themselves and Him aright. In the King's palace they abide, And at His table eat, With kingly dainties satisfied, Spiritual food most sweet. This is the rest forever sure, This is the heritage, Whose goodness and whose bliss endure Unchanged from age to age. This is the land the spirit knows That everlastingly With milk and honey overflows— And such its fruit shall be. Solomon Ibn Gebirol. |
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