I abjure thee by the living God that the truth be found in thee.
For the soul of man also needs light, wandering through eternity.
The living God he reigns in all the earth and watches on man's ways.
He demands in him that we believe serving through our evil days.
Mosier Alleuher's great son has shown the beautiful way
With light for the living mind of man from the haze of these
cloud-strewn days.
We shall serve the living God, ministering saints of the air.
Or be driven from his beautiful light to the dark'ning realms of
despair.
The living mind hastens to prepare desperately at the closing our here.
Something with which to join the high hosts watching over the earth
up there.
Behold, I show the great mystery to thee, for the Lord shall make it
fair.
Ye minds shall soon depart from the earth, to join the Lord in the air.
The soul's refuge is found in life that praises here.
All glory to the Lord on high who brought great joy and salvation near.
Ye thunders in darkness lash with rage, the Lord is not in them found.
But in peace with his saints over the beautiful world his spirit is
bound.
O arise ye hosts of the earth, it's in high praises by thee.
That the Lord shall banish the tears of grief from the great human sea.
Music and great joy descending from his throne in praises with thee.
It's not far from there by the saints of the air to all the souls
that be.
While the tempest rages wild or the seas roll back from the shore.
He will lead his saints through sorrow 'till all their trials are o'er.
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