HE whom now the Son makes free,
No more in sorrow bowed shall be;
For now our Master makes it plain,
That joy, no sorrow can contain.
The Harmony to earth thus brought,
From no material source is sought;
For matter's claims denied must be,
Before the Son can make us free.
Though heaven and earth shall pass away,
The Master's words with us will stay;
Throughout eternity's vast round,
His welcome words shall ever sound.
Words fraught with Life, and Truth, and Love,
The angel message from above;
No more shall claims of error bind,
Who doth the Master's meaning find.
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