The Dream Of Gerontius, Op. 38, Pt.2: Praise To His Name! ... Take Me Away

Angel:
...Praise to His Name!
O happy, suffering soul! for it is safe, Consumed, yet quickened, by the glance of God. 
Alleluia!! Praise to His Name.

Soul:
Take me away, and in the lowest deep There let me be,
And there in hope the lone night-watches keep, 
Told out for me.
There, motionless, and happy in my pain, 
Lone, not forlorn -
There will I sing my sad perpetual strain, Until the morn,
There will I sing, and soothe my stricken breast, 
Which ne'er can cease
To throb, and pine, and languish, till possest 
Of its Sole Peace.
There will I sing my absent Lord and Love:  
Take me away,
That sooner I may rise, and go above,
And see Him in the truth of everlasting day.

Souls in Purgatory:
Lord, Thou hast been our refuge: in every generation,
Before the hills were born, and the world was, 
from age to age Thou art God.
Bring us not Lord, very low, for Thou hast said, 
Come back again, ye sons of Adam.
Come back, O Lord! how long: and be entreated for Thy servants.