And call to Him for mercy; and, although
Scarlet, your sin shall be as white as snow!
Cipr. Ev’n as you speak, yourself, though yet yourself,
In that full glory that you saw reveal’d
With those you love transfigured, and your voice
As from immeasurable altitude
Descending, tell me that, my shame and sin
Quench’d in the death that opens wide to you
The gate, ev’n this great sinner shall pass through,
With Him, with them, with thee!—