And mingles that which death may blight
With that which ever must endure!
Arise, my soul, from all below,
And gaze upon thy destined home—
The heaven of heavens, the throne of God,
Where sin and care can never come.
. . . . . . . . . .
Compound of weakness and of strength;
Mighty, yet ignorant of thy power;
Loftier than earth, or air, or sea,