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Veiling their faces 'neath their wings
  Around the throne of God.

  Thy faults were slight and few
  As human faults could be,
And thy virtues were as many too,
  As gems beneath the sea;
  And thy thoughts did heavenward roam
  Until, like links of gold,
They drew thee up to thy blue home
  Within the Saviour's fold.