Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline;
3 O then shall the vail be removed!
And round me thy brightness be poured;
I shall meet him, whom absent I loved;
I shall see, whom unseen I adored.
And then, never more shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose.