salem the gold - en! With milk and honey blest;
Be-neath thy con- tem- pla tion Sink heart and voice op- prest. d d
2 They stand, those halls of Sion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.
3 There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast.
And they who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white.
*4 O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
O 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. Amen.
ST. BERNARD OF CLUNY, 1145; Tr. JOHN MAson neale, 1858. This verse may be sung also at the end of the following hymn.
ARTHUR S. SULLIVAN, 1867.
I For thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils
2 O one, O only mansion! O Paradise of joy!
sick-ness, And love, and life, and rest. A-men.
Where tears are ever banished
And smiles have no alloy;
Thy loveliness oppresses
All human thought and heart,
And none, O Peace, O Sion,
Can sing thee as thou art.
3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with emeralds blaze;
The sardius and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays;
Thine ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints build up thy fabric,
And the corner-stone is Christ.
4 The Cross is all thy splendour,
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise:
Upon the Rock of Ages
They build thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.
ST. BERNARD OF CLUNY, 1145; Tr. JOHN MASON NEALE, 1858.
2 O one, O only mansion! O Paradise of joy!
Where tears are ever banished
And smiles have no alloy;
Thy loveliness oppresses
All human thought and heart,
And none, O Peace, O Sion,
Can sing thee as thou art.
3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with emeralds blaze;
The sardius and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays;
Thine ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints build up thy fabric,
And the corner-stone is Christ.
4 The Cross is all thy splendour,
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise:
Upon the Rock of Ages
They build thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.
5 O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
O 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. Amen.
ST. BERNARD OF CLUNY, 1145;
Tr. JOHN MASON NEALE, 1858.
1 There is a land of pure de-light, Where saints im -mor - tal reign;
E-ter-nal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. A-men.
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