When, taught by painful proof to know The sinner roams from comfort far, The heart, in sensual fetters bound, Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail, Sir Robert Grant. 1839. IX. THE HOLY CATHOLIC CHURCH. "And I believe one Catholic and Apostolic Church." CVIII. Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? O happy harbour of the saints! There lust and lucre cannot dwell, Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine; Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee! Thy joys that I might see! Thy saints are crown'd with glory great; They triumph still, they still rejoice, We that are here in banishment Continually do moan, We sigh, and sob, we weep, and wail, Our sweet is mix'd with bitter gall, Our joys scarce last the looking on, But there they live in such delight, Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green, There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. Quite through the streets, with silver sound, Upon whose banks on every side There trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do sing. Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! Anon. "F. B. P." [1616.] CIX. Sweet place, sweet place alone! The Heaven of Heavens, the Throne Of spotless majesty ! O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, The stranger homeward bends, And sigheth for his rest : Heaven is my home, my friends Lodge there in Abraham's breast: When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? Earth's but a sorry tent Pitch'd for a few frail days, A short-leas'd tenement; O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, No tears from any eyes When shall I be, My God, with Thee, There should temptations cease, When shall I be, My God, with Thee, Jerusalem on high O happy place! My God, with Thee, Thy walls, sweet city, thine, When shall I be, My God, with Thee, |