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238 FABER'S HYMNS.
Alone ! to land alone upon that shore !
On which no wavelets lisp, no billows roar? Perhaps no shape of ground, Perhaps no sight or sound,
No forms of earth our fancies to arrange,—
But to begin alone that mighty change !
Alone ! to land alone upon that shore ! Knowing so well we can return no more:
No voice or face of friend,
None with us to attend Our disembarking on that awful strand, But to arrive alone in such a land !
Alone ! to land alone upon that shore: To begin alone to live for evermore, To have no one to teach The manners or the speech Of that new life, or put us at our ease: — Oh that we might die in pairs or companies!
Alone? No ! God hath been there long before, Eternally hath waited on that shore
For us who were to come
To our eternal home; And He hath taught His angels to prepare In what way we are to be welcomed there.
Like one that waits and watches He hath sate, As if there were none else for whom to wait,