Verse 1
Where, my best, my bosom-Friend,
Shall our sacred Friendship end,
End, yet evermore increase?
In the Realms of glorious Bliss:
There we shall with Transport meet,
Find our Happiness compleat,
All the Joys of Angels prove,
All the Sweets of Heavenly Love.
Verse 2
There we to Each other known,
Hand in Hand before his Throne
Shall triumphantly appear,
Partners of his Patience here,
Comprehend his whole Design,
In his rapt’rous Praises join,
While eternal Ages flow
Bless Him that we met below.
Verse 3
At the Marriage-Feast above
What shall violate our Love?
Human Frown, or hellish Art?
No, they never more shall part:
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