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May I in thy likeness, my Saviour, awake,

And rise, a fair image of thee;

Then I shall be satisfied, when I can break

This prison of clay, and be free.

Can I but come forth to eternity’s light,

With thy perfect features to shine,

In raiment unsullied from time’s dreary night,

What honor and joy will be mine!

Yes, I shall be satisfied then to have cast

The shadows of nature all by —

When, darkness and dust from the dull eyelid past,

My soul sees with full-opened eye.

How fain would I know the great morn drawing near,

When earth’s dreamy visions shall fade,

If I in thy semblance indeed may appear,

And stand in thy beauty arrayed!

To see thee in glory, O Lord, as thou art,

From this mortal, perishing clay

My spirit immortal, in peace would depart,

And, joyous, mount up her bright way.

When on thine own image in me thou hast smiled,

In thy holy mansion, and when

Thy fatherly arms have encircled thy child,

O I shall be satisfied then!