With an individual kiss;

And joy shall overtake us as a flood,

And perfectly divine,

With truth, and peace, and love, shall ever shine,

About the supreme throne

Of Him, to whose happy-making sight alone,

When once our heavenly-guided soul shall climb,

Then all this earthly grossness quit,

Attir’d with stars, we shall for ever sit

Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time!