2 O blessed day! From far and near Shall meet the ransomed millions there 3 O what a mighty, rushing flood Shall roll about the throne of God 4 God, may Thy bounteous grace inspire All join the heavenly white-robed choir W. A. Wexels. G. T. Rygh, Tr. 364 PARADISE, O Paradise, Who doth not crave for rest, Who would not seek the happy land All rapture through and through, 2 O Paradise, O Paradise, The world is growing old; 3 O Paradise, O Paradise, We long to sin no more, We long to be as pure on earth 4 O Paradise, O Paradise, We shall not wait for long; 5 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, And guide us to that happy land Where loyal hearts, etc. 365 F. W. Faber. O HOW blest are ye whose toils are ended! Who, through death, have unto God ascend ed! Ye have arisen From the cares which keep us still in prison. 2 Christ has wiped away your tears forever; Ye have that for which we still endeavor; To you are chanted Songs that ne'er to mortal ears were granted. 3 Ah! who would then not depart with gladness, To inherit heaven for earthly sadness? Who here would languish Longer in bewailing and in anguish? 4 Come, O Christ, and loose the chains that bind us! Lead us forth, and cast this world behind us! With Thee, th' Anointed, Finds the soul its joy and rest appointed. S. Dach. H. W. Longfellow, Tr. 366 ERUSALEM, thou city fair and high, JER Would God I were in thee! My longing heart fain, fain to thee would fly! 2 O happy day, and yet far happier hour, My soul I gladly render; For surely will His hand Lead her, with guidance tender, To heaven her fatherland. 3 O what the nation, what the glorious host, Comes sweeping swiftly down? The chosen ones on earth who wrought the most, The church's brightest crown, Their words oft came to greet me 4 The patriarchs' and prophets' noble train, With all Christ's followers true, Who bore the cross, and could the worst disdain That tyrants dare to do- Their perfect freedom won. 5 And when within that lovely Paradise At last I safely dwell, From out my soul what songs of bliss shall rise! What joy my lips shall tell! Pure hallelujahs ringing 367 ERUSALEM the golden! With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh, I know not, What joys await us there! What radiancy of glory! J. M. Meyfart. C. Winkworth, Tr. What bliss beyond compare! 2 They stand, those halls of Zion, And bright with many an angel, The Prince is ever in them, 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, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white. 4 O sweet and blessed country, To that dear land of rest! Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. Bernard of Cluny. 368 IDST the lilies blooming yonder MIDST Thou shalt wander, O my soul, and be at home: Rise, then, as on eagle pinions- Are above where angels roam. |