For the soul to console br Let us forget and forgive; br Each other, when our wean heart comforts and soalce: br Deep, our wound would heal and feel glee, br And stands Lord at our pedestal of Heart; br Greeting and singing with harmonious tune, Thou Art! br All those ill will, will flee, fill with mirth br Hark! holy only will suffer, atlast attains wisdom thro' faith.