There breaks a yet more glorious day 
        For our blessed dead
 Of a gorgeous, glorious sunray
Filling the heavenly abode.

Here in the celestial Jerusalem
        There is no more sorrowing,
Neither sighing nor weeping
        In the blessed Jesu’s presence.
To us plodding this earthly tread           
       Sweet Jesus, 0 most sweet Jesu, 
Pour out  your compassion on us
       As we remember our blessed dead.

Be also our comfort and companion
       At death's daunting moment,
When you call us and bid us home
      To join our beloved dead.

Here we shall sing our Alleluias
      With all the heavenly hosts
And cast our crowns before thee
      Lost in wonder, love and praise.                                             

Marianne Dorman
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