"I stood gimlet-eyed in the Hall to Paradise."
Some pleasure is merely the anticipation.
As we awaited, breath bated
Hope waxing, yet unfrustrated
A crime of time's circumstance
Without warning, our chance!
Ready stand before a cloudOh Lord, to Thee my sacred vows.Keep me pure as snow unplowedTo love my lord both here and now.
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