From shadows born, to light ascends, a weary heart thus driven—
Where sorrow bowed, the spirit proud, now finds a world forgiven.
Through fiery gate, to heavenly state, where sin and pain are riven—
From lowly strife, to endless life, the wretched soul is risen.
The fiends below, in envy woe, lament the loss unshriven—
For earthly dust, with fate unjust, has claimed a place in Heaven.
The wraith of old, no longer cold, is now by mercy given—
From groan and grief, to calm relief, beside the King of Heaven.
In golden air, beyond despair, the chains of fear unthreaden—
The path once thorned, with roses warmed, the spirit\'s wounds are deadened.
A friend above, where purest love, for earthly faults has leavened—
From anguished cries, to cloudless skies, the soul ascends to Heaven.