Abide with Me, My son. The yield
of heav'n's twelve-bearing tree -
whose boughs will see the nations healed -
is yours in guarantee.
Your virgin love is precious gold
for which, by which, are you taken hold!
Rise up, My saint, to overcome -
a crown awaits your brow.
Though pain and suffering did come,
and death did I allow,
the second death you will not see.
Put on your immortality!
Eat of the hidden bread, My child
who passed 'neath Satan's throne,
your name by pagan priests reviled.
A new name, grav'n in stone,
bears witness that you never quailed,
and your reward will never fail!
Stand, little priest. On ev'ry side
My zealous wrath must fall;
Stand, little priest. On ev'ry side
My zealous wrath must fall;
no whoredom should bestain My bride,
nor sorc'ries gain My hall.
The Morning Star has lit your way;
your iron rod will shatter clay!
Lay down the yoke, slave for My sake
who strengthened what remained,
whose hopeful spirit watched, awake -
white garments you have gained.
Your blood-writ name, by Me confessed,
is sworn by YHWH ever-blest!
My witness, through the open door
no pow'r may bar your way,
nor steal your crown, nor trial you more.
Our Names you will display.
Who spurned the synagogue of Hell -
Come! Ceaseless in My temple dwell!
Sit down, O man, with Christ your King
upon that throne I earned.
Your words refreshed - a living spring;
your deeds with fervor burned.
Your ears heard, now your eyes will see.
Well done. I AM yours eternally!
~
AMDG
Written on the occasion of the death of a Saint.
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