ru - sa - lem, the gold-en! With milk and honey blest;
Beneath thy con- tem- pla- tion Sink heart and voice op- prest;
What ra- dian-cy of glo-ry, What bliss beyond compare. A men.
3 Oh, sweet and blessed country!
The home of God's elect;
Oh, sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.
1 For thee, oh dear, dear country,
Mine eyes their vigils keep;
For very love, beholding
Thy happy name, they weep.
The mention of thy glory
Is unction to the breast,
And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest.
2 Oh one, oh only mansion!
Oh Paradise of joy!
Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy!
Thou hast no shores, fair ocean,
Thou hast no time, bright day!
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away.
3 Oh, sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect;
Oh, sweet and blessed country
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest,
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.
ETERNAL praise be given,
And songs of highest worth, By all the hosts of heaven,
And all the saints on earth, To God, supreme confess'd, To Christ, his only Son, And to the Spirit bless'd, Eternal Three in One.
Where Af-ric's sunny fount-ains Roll down their gold - en sand;
From many an an- cient riv er, From many a palm-y plain,
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's Isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile:
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high;
Shall we to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation, oh, salvation,
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's Name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
1 Он, sacred head, now wounded!
With grief and shame weighed down!
Oh, sacred brow, surrounded
With thorns, Thy only crown!
Oh, sacred head, what glory,
What bliss, till now was Thine!
Yet though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.
2 On me, as Thou art dying,
Oh turn Thy pitying eye!
To Thee for mercy crying,
Before Thy cross I lie.
Thy grief and Thy compassion,
Were all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
3 What language shall I borrow
To praise Thee, dearest Friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end!
Oh, make me Thine for ever,
Ánd should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love to Thee.
4 Be near when I am dying;
Oh, show Thy Cross to me!
And to my succor flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free.
These eyes new faith receiving,
From Thine eyes shall not move;
For he who dies believing
Dies safely through Thy love.
1 BRIEF life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life is there.
Oh, happy retribution!
Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals and for sinners,
A mansion with the blest.
2 And now we fight the battle,
But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting
And passionless renown.
The morning shall awaken,
The shadows pass away,
And each true-hearted servant
Shall shine as doth the day.
3 Oh, sweet and blessed country!
The home of God's elect;
Oh, sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who art with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.
ETERNAL praise be given,
And songs of highest worth, By all the hosts of heaven,
And all the saints on earth, To God, supreme confess'd, To Christ, his only Son, And to the Spirit bless'd, Eternal Three in One.
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