For many a glorious name, And divers retributions That divers merits claim; For 'midst the constellations That deck our earthly sky, This star than that is brighter And so it is on high. Jerusalem the glorious! That look'st from heaven below, In thee is all my glory, In me is all my woe; Thy loveliness oppresses All human thought and heart; And none, O peace, O Syon, Can sing thee as thou art! New mansion of new people, Whom God's own love and light Promote, increase, make holy, Identify, unite! Thou City of the Angels! Thou City of the Lord! Whose everlasting music Is the glorious decachord! And there the band of Prophets United praise ascribes, And there the twelvefold chorus O fields that know no sorrow! O princely bowers! O land of flowers! Jerusalem, exulting On that securest shore, I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, And love thee evermore! I ask not for my merit, I seek not to deny The best and dearest Father, Who made me and who saved, Bore with me in defilement, And from defilement laved, When in His strength I struggle, For very joy I leap, When in my sin I totter, I weep, or try to weep: Shall all its love display; To comfort and to bless! The Lord shall be thy part; His only, His forever, Thou shalt be, and thou art! Exult, O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be thy part; His only, His forever, Thou shalt be, and thou art! Translation of John Mason Neale. |