Oh, land relieved from sorrow! Oh, land secure from tears! Oh, res-pite on the morrow From all the toil of years! 24 To thee we hasten ever, To thee our steps ascend, Where darkness cometh nev-er, And joy shall never end. HIEROSOLYMA. 7s, 6s. D. J. BARNBY. For thee, O dear, dear Country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, be hold -ing Thy hap-py name, they weep. 1196 Paradise of Joy. FOR thee, O dear, dear Country, Thy happy name, they weep. Is unction to the breast, 2 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 its fabric, The corner-stone is Christ. 3 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean; Thou hast no time, bright day: Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away: Upon the Rock of ages They raise thy holy tower; Thine is the victor's laurel, And thine the golden dower. 4 Oh, sweet and blesséd Country, Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. 1197 Meaben Explains All. OUR yet unfinished story Is tending all to this: To God the greatest glory, John M. Neale, tr. To us the greatest bliss. 2 We cannot see before us, And knows the very end; And when amid our blindness His disappointments fall, We trust his loving-kindness Whose wisdom sends them all. 3 They are the purple fringes That hide his glorious feet; They are the fire-wrought hinges Where truth and mercy meet; By them the golden portal Of Providence shall ope, And lift to praise immortal The songs of faith and hope. Frances R. Havergal. 1198 The New Jerusalem. JERUSALEM, the golden, With milk and honey blest! Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed: I know not, oh, I know not, What joys await me there, What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare. 2 They stand, those halls of Zion, 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: And they who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. John M. Neale, tr. 1199 "Short Toil." BRIEF life is here our portion; Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The life, that knows no ending, The tearless life, is there: Oh, happy retribution! Short toil, eternal rest; 2 And there is David's fountain, 3 There Jesus shall embrace us, John M. Neale, tr. BENEVENTO. 78. D. S. WEBBE. :8: While, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted thro' the former year, Ma- - ny souls their race have run, D.S.-We a little longer wait, 2 As the wingéd arrow flies Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind, Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream; Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, All below is but a dream. 3 Thanks for mercies past receive; John Newton. SWELL the anthem, raise the song; Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels join to sing Praises to the heavenly King. Blessings from his liberal hand 2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, PRAISE to God, immortal praise, 2 All that spring with bounteous hand Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld. ST. GEORGE. 7s. D. 493 1203 Song for Harvest. COME, ye thankful people, come, Ere the winter storms begin: 2 We ourselves are God's own field, 3 For the Lord our God shall come, 4 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come, All are safely gathered in, Free from sorrow, free from sin : There, for ever purified, In God's garner to abide : Come, ten thousand angels, come, Henry Alford. 1204 The Close of the Pear. Warm our praise shall rise to thee. While our grateful thanks we tell, All its sorrows felt no more. At the solemn judgment-day. 3 All our follies, Lord, forgive! That we spend not years in vain. To our everlasting home, To our Father's house on high! Ray Palmer. |