55 Shall be made manifest in that mansion of bliss,
But all faults shall flee afar from thee,
All crime and conflict; thou art covered with glory
Of highest hope, as thy holy name showest.
Cast now thy gaze on the glorious creation,
60 How around thee the roomy roof of heaven
Looks on all sides, how the Lord of Hosts
Seeks thee in his course and comes himself,
And adopts thee to dwell in, as in days agone
In words of wisdom the wise men said,