Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand; Will join the glorious band. My soul still pants for thee; When I thy joys shall see. Amen. 342 “Jerusalem which is above is free. 1 1 JERUSALEM on high My song and city is, O happy place, My God with Thee, To see Thy face? Judged here unfit to live; O happy place, &c. There from their travels cease ; O happy place, &c. I might with joy behold; O happy place, &c. 5 The bleeding Martyrs, they Within those courts are found, O happy place, &c. 6 Ah me, ah me! that I In Kedar's tents here stay: O happy place, &c. 343 “The city of the living God, the Heavenly Jerusalem.” PART I. Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The tearless life, is there. 2 O happy retribution! Short toil, eternal rest: A mansion with the blest. 3 And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown And passionless renown; 4 And now we watch and struggle, And now we live in hope, With Babylon must cope. 5 But He Whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known; Shall have Him for their own. 6 The morning shall awaken, The shadows shall decay, Shall shine as doth the day: In fulness of His grace, And worship face to face. Amen. PART 11. Mine eyes their vigils keep; Thy happy name, they weep. 2 O one, O only mansion! O Paradise of Joy! And smiles have no alloy. The Crucified thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise. Thy streets with emeralds blaze; Unite in thee their rays. B 5 Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; And the corner-stone is Christ. 6 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! Thou hast no time, bright day! Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away! 7 Upon the Rock of ages They raise thy holy tower; And thine the golden dower. 8 Jesu, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; And Spirit, ever blest. Amen. PART III. 1 JERUSALEM the golden! With milk and honey blest; Sink heart and voice opprest. 2 I know not, oh! I know not, What joys await us there; What bliss beyond compare. 3 They stand, those halls of Zion, . All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr-throng. 4 The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene; Are decked in glorious sheen. And there, from care released, The song of them that feast. Have conquered in the fight, Are clad in robes of white. The home of God's elect; That eager hearts expect ! To that dear land of rest; And Spirit, ever blest. Amen. The Church Triumphant: Saints' Days. 344 “Be ye followers of them who through faith and patience inherit the promises.' Who strove in Thee to live, Our grateful hymn receive. |