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THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS.
One with my Confessors brave
Who have passed to realms serene.
Where the palms of victory wave.
There the first Apostles grand,
Chiefest-crowned, a glorious band,
There the angels bright that gather
All the saints of God around,
With the ever-blessed Mother
Over all my hosts renowned,
Welcome each and each the other
As the tide of souls rolls in,
And the songs anew begin
That forever shall resound:
Glory, honor, power, blessing,
Wisdom, might, and praise unceasing
To the King of kings addressing,
Toward whose Kingdom still increasing
Earth's remotest ends are pressing.
Who have passed to realms serene.
Where the palms of victory wave.
There the first Apostles grand,
Chiefest-crowned, a glorious band,
There the angels bright that gather
All the saints of God around,
With the ever-blessed Mother
Over all my hosts renowned,
Welcome each and each the other
As the tide of souls rolls in,
And the songs anew begin
That forever shall resound:
Glory, honor, power, blessing,
Wisdom, might, and praise unceasing
To the King of kings addressing,
Toward whose Kingdom still increasing
Earth's remotest ends are pressing.
