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“I saw the Holy City, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.” 17O. BLESSED City, heavenly Salem, Vision dear of peace and love, Who, of living stones upbuilded, Art the joy of heaven above: And, with angel cohorts circled, As a Bride to earth dost move :

From celestial realms descending,
Ready for the nuptial bed,

To His presence decked with jewels,
By her LORD shall she be led :

All her streets and all her bulwarks
Of pure gold are fashioned.

Bright with pearls her portal glitters:
It is open evermore :

And by virtue of His merits
Thither faithful souls may soar,

Who, for CHRIST's dear Name, in this world
Pain and tribulation bore.

Many a blow and biting sculpture
Polished well those stones elect,

In their places now compacted
By the heavenly Architect;

Who therewith hath willed for ever
That His palace should be decked.

CHRIST is made the sure Foundation,
And the precious Corner-stone;

Who, the two-fold walls surmounting
Binds them closely into one;

Holy Sion's help for ever,
And her confidence alone.

All that dedicated City
Dearly loved by GoD on high,

In exultant jubilation
Pours perpetual melody:
GoD the One, and GoD the Trinal
Singing everlastingly.
To this temple, where we call Thee,
Come, O LORD of Hosts, to-day !
With Thy wonted loving-kindness
Hear Thy servants as they pray:
And Thy fullest benedictions
Shed within these walls for aye.

Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants
That they supplicate to gain :

Here to have and hold for ever
Those good things their prayers obtain;

And hereafter, in Thy glory,
With Thy blessed ones to reign.

Laud and honour to the FATHER,
Laud and honour to the SON,

Laud and honour to the SPIRIT,
Ever Three and ever One:

Consubstantial, co-eternal,
While unending ages run.

“Surely the Lord is in this place . . . . How dreadful is this place I this is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of Heaven.”

171. O WoRD of GoD above,
Who fillest all in all,
Hallow this house with Thy sure love,
And bless our Festival.

Grace in this Font is stored
To cleanse each guilty child,

The SPIRIT's blest anointing poured
Brightens the once-defiled.

Here CHRIST, of His own Blood
Himself the Chalice gives,

And feeds His own with Angels' Food
On which the spirit lives.


For guilty souls that pine
Sure mercies here abound,

And healing grace, with oil and wine,
For every secret wound.

Yea, GoD, enthroned most high,
Here also dwells to bless,

Here trains the souls that contrite sigh
His mansions to possess.

No wintry storm nor shower
Shall harm this holy home,

Nor, worse than they, the evil power
Which dwells within the gloom.

All might, all praise be Thine,
The GoD whom all adore;

The FATHER, SoN, and SPIRIT Divine,
Both now and evermore.

“The SPIRIT Itself helpeth our infirmities.”

172. Holy SPIRIT, LORD of Light,
From Thy heavenly dwelling bright
Thy pure beaming radiance give:
Come, Thou Father of the poor,
Come, with treasures which endure,
Come, Thou Light of all that live.

Light Immortal, Light Divine,
Visit Thou these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill:
If Thou take Thy grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay;
All his good is turned to #.

Heal our wounds, our strength renew
On our dryness pour Thy dew ;
Wash the stains of guilt away:
Bend the stubborn heart and will;
Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.

Thou, on those who evermore
Thee confess and Thee adore,
In Thy sevenfold gifts descend:
Give them comfort when they die:
Give them life with Thee on high;
Give them joys which never end.

“They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.”

173. BRIEF life is here our portion,
Brief sorrow, short-lived care:
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life, is there.

O happy retribution,
Short toil, eternal rest!

For mortals and for sinners
A mansion with the Blest!

And now we fight the battle,
And then we wear the crown

Of full and everlasting
And passionless renown :

Midst power that knows no limit,
And wisdom free from bound,

The beatific vision
Shall glad the saints around:

There GoD our King and Portion,
In fulness of His grace,

Shall we behold for ever,
And worship face to face.

“He appeared first to Mary Magdalene.”

174. SAD Mary feels in her own breast,
Her Master's bleeding wounds;
Love stronger burns by griefs opprest,
And now with tears abounds.


No raging crowds her spirit meek,
No deeds of blood appal;

Mid soldiers fierce she dares to seek
A hated Criminal.

Ah, Mary, thou dost little know,
What good doth thee surround,

Seeking the dead, while death e'en now
Receives his mortal wound.

He Whom thou lovest, thee shall claim
Aroused from death's cold sleep,

Thee first He calls, thee by thy name,
And bids thee not to weep.

O might I touch Thy sacred feet,
Adoring, cling to Thee!—
No. raise thy thoughts to joys more meet
or immortality.

The promises are fully wrought,
First of Apostles thou;

Sent to Apostles, by thee taught
The tidings glad to know.

All love and glory be to Thee,

Co-equal, Co-eternal Three,
Thrice blessed Holy One.

“He was transfigured before them.”

175. How tenderly, how patiently,
JESU, Thou winnest souls to Thee,
Now for our sakes as GoD revealed,
Now in deep lowliness concealed.

By the same voice which JESUS owns,
We too are all adopted sons;
The glory, which in Him we see,
Is pledged to us eternally.

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