O my soul, be glad and cheerful,
Now forget thy misery;
From this earth so dark and tearful,
Christ the Lord is calling thee.
Out of sorrows, fears, and woe,
To that joy thou now shalt go;
Which our thought may picture never,
But we know it lasts for ever.
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First Line: | O my soul, be glad and cheerful |
Title: | O my soul, be glad and cheerful |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1863 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |