The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And med-i-cine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. 978 FOR thee, O dear, dear country, Is unction to the breast, 2 O one, O only mansion, O paradise of joy, Where tears are ever banished, And smiles have no alloy; 3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emerald blaze; The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays; Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; The saints build up its fabric; The corner-stone is Christ. For thee, &c. 4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean; Thou hast no time, bright day; Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away. Upon the Rock of Ages They raise thy holy tower; And thine the golden dower. Bernard of Morlaix, ab. 1150 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851 4 But He whom now we trust in 5 The morning shall awaken, 6 There God our King and portion, In fulness of His grace, Shall we behold forever, And worship face to face. Bernard of Morlaix, ab. 1150 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851 D.C. 980 JERUSALEM the glorious! The glory of the elect! O dear and future vision That eager hearts expect: E'en now by faith I see thee; E'en here thy walls discern: To Thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive and pant and yearn.-CHO. 2 Thy loveliness oppresses All human thought and heart, Can sing thee as thou art. 3 And there the band of Prophets And there the twelve-fold chorus He, Lamb Immaculate.-CHO. 4 O fields that know no sorrow! O realm and home of life! O sweet and blessed country, Shall I e'er win thy grace?-CHO. Bernard of Morlaix, ab. 1150 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851 H. J. Gauntlett ALFORD 7s, 6s. D. J. B. Dykes Ten thousand times ten thou-sand, In spark-ling rai-ment bright, The armies of the ransomed saints Throng up the steeps of light: 'Tis finished, all is fin-ished, Their fight with death and sin: Fling o-pen wide the gold-en gates, And let the vic-tors in. 981 TEN thousand times ten thousand, Their fight with death and sin: Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in. 2 What rush of hallelujahs And all its tribes were made; 3 0 then what raptured greetings 80 4 Bring near Thy great salvation, Then take Thy power and reign! Appear, Desire of nations! Thine exiles long for home: Show in the heavens Thy promised sign! Thou Prince and Saviour, come! Henry Alford 1666 C. E. Kettle COME to the land of peace, From shadows come away; Where all the sounds of weeping cease, And storms no more have sway. 2 Come to the bright and blest, Gathered from every land; For here thy soul shall find its rest 3 In this divine abode Change leaves no saddening trace; Come, trusting spirit, to thy God, Thy holy resting-place. 4 "Come to our peaceful home," The saints and angels say, "Forsake the world, no longer roam, O wanderer, come away!" 984 Felicia Dorothea Hemans, alt. Briggs' Coll. 1845 S. M. THERE is no night in heaven; In that blest world above 3 Where the Lamb on high is seated, By ten thousand voices greeted, Lord of lords, and King of kings. Lay we at His blesséd feet. When before His throne we meet. Horatius Bonar 1866 Work never can bring weariness, 2 There is no grief in heaven; 3 There is no sin in heaven; 4 There is no death in heaven; 5 Lord Jesus, be our guide; O lead us safely on, Till night and grief and sin and death Are past, and heaven is won! Francis Minden Knollys 1859 |