2 They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel
And all the martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them,

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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.

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3 There is the throne of David;

And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast;

With milk

beyond com- pare.

us there;

A-MEN.

4 O sweet and blessèd country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessèd 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.
Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145. Trans. by Rev. John M. Neale, 1851
verse 1, lines 5, 6; verse 2, line 2, alt.; verse 4 recast in " Hymns Ancient and Modern," 1861

And they who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
For ever and for ever

Are clad in robes of white.

DENNIS S. M.

3 And now we fight the battle,
But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting
And passionless renown;

With Babylon must cope;

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4 And now we watch and struggle,
And now we live in hope,
And Zion in her anguish

Henry J. Gauntlett, 1852

5 But He, whom now we trust in,
Shall then be seen and known;
And they that know and see Him
Shall have Him for their own.

10 where shall rest be found, Rest for

6 The morning shall awaken,

And shadows shall decay,
And each true-hearted servant
Shall shine as doth the day.

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 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4.

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1 I'm but

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stranger here, Heaven is my home; Earth is a

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desert drear, Heaven is my home: Danger and sor-row stand Round me on

2 What though the tempest rage,
Heaven is my home;
Short is my pilgrimage,
Heaven is my home:
And time's wild wintry blast.
Soon shall be overpast;
I shall reach home at last,
Heaven is my home.

3 There, at my Saviour's side,
Heaven is my home;
I shall be glorified,
Heaven is my home.

Sir Arthur Sullivan, 1872

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every hand; Heaven is my fatherland, Heaven is my home. A - MEN.

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2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

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
There is a life above,

4 Here would we end our quest:
Alone are found in Thee
The life of perfect love, the rest
Of immortality.

James Montgomery, 1818 (Text of 1825)