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2 They stand, those halls of Zion,
What ra dian cy of glo ry, What bliss
O I know not, What joys
The daylight is serene; The pastures of the blessèd
Are decked in glorious sheen.
3 There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast;
beyond com- pare.
4 O sweet and blessèd country,
That eager hearts expect!
To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And they who with their Leader
Are clad in robes of white.
DENNIS S. M.
3 And now we fight the battle,
With Babylon must cope;
4 And now we watch and struggle,
Henry J. Gauntlett, 1852
5 But He, whom now we trust in,
10 where shall rest be found, Rest for
6 The morning shall awaken,
And shadows shall decay,
Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145. Trans. by Rev. John M. Neale, 1851: verse 6, line 1, alt.
Arr. from Hans G. Nägeli, by Lowell Mason, 1845
"Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole: A-MEN.
ST. EDMUND 126.96.36.199.188.8.131.52.
1 I'm but
stranger here, Heaven is my home; Earth is a
desert drear, Heaven is my home: Danger and sor-row stand Round me on
2 What though the tempest rage,
3 There, at my Saviour's side,
Sir Arthur Sullivan, 1872
every hand; Heaven is my fatherland, Heaven is my home. A - MEN.
2 The world can never give
640 (DENNIS) S. M.
1 O where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul?
'Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound, Unmeasured by the flight of years, And all that life is love.
Or pierce to either pole.
3 Beyond this vale of tears
4 Here would we end our quest:
James Montgomery, 1818 (Text of 1825)