Whose business was to serve their Lord,
High up in heav’n with songs to hymn His throne.
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They touched their golden harps, and hymning praised
God and His works.
Milton.
Then, kneeling down, to Heaven’s Eternal King
The saint, the father, and the husband prays:
Hope “springs exulting on triumphant wing,”
That thus they all shall meet in future days: