And thy union with deity shrines in a splendor
Subdued, but unearthly, thy spiritual face.
When the frail chains are broken, a captive that bound thee,
Afar from thy home is the prison of clay,
Bride of the Lamb, and earth’s shadows around thee
Disperse in the blaze of eternity’s day.
7. Still mindful, as now, of the sufferer’s story,
Arresting the thunders of wrath ere they roll,
Intervene as a cloud between us and His glory,
And shield from His lightnings the shuddering soul.