In rich array, with rare perfumes,
Where the steadfast sun streams its light
O’er the sacred hosts in the happy city.
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Then high over the roofs the holy Ruler
590 Shines on the souls of the saved and the loyal.
Radiant fowls follow around him
Brightest of birds, in bliss exulting,
The chosen and joyous ones join him at home,
Forever and ever, where no evil is wrought