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And they who, with their Leader, Have conquer'd in the fight,

For ever and for ever

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Jerusalem the glorious,
The joy of the elect,
O dear and future vision,
That eager hearts expect!
Even now by faith I see thee,
Even here thy walls discern,
For thee my thoughts are kindled,
And strive and pant and yearn.
Jerusalem, the only

That look'st from heaven below, In thee is all my glory,

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And though my body may not,

My spirit seeks thee fain,

Till flesh and earth return me
To earth and flesh again.

O none can tell thy bulwarks,
How gloriously they rise:

O none can tell thy capitals
Of beautiful device.

O fields that know no sorrow!

O state that fears no strife!

O princely bowers! O land of flowers!
O realm and home of life!

Jerusalem, exulting,

On that securest shore,

I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee,
And love thee ever more!

I ask not, for my merit ;
I seek not to deny
My merit is destruction,

A child of wrath am I.
Yet grace, sweet grace celestial,
Shall all its love display,
And David's royal Fountain
Purge every sin away.

Exult, O dust and ashes,

The Lord shall be thy part:

His only, His for ever,

Thou shalt be, and thou art.

Neale (from the Latin).

EVENING HYMN OF THE GREEKS.

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HE day is past and over;

All thanks, O Lord, to Thee!

I pray Thee that offenceless

The hours of dark may be.

O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight,

And save me through the coming night!

The toils of day are over:

I raise the hymn to Thee; And ask that free from peril

The hours of dark may be.

O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight,

And guard me through the coming night!

Lighten mine eyes, O Saviour,

Or sleep in death shall I;
And he, my wakeful Tempter,
Triumphantly shall cry:

"He could not make their darkness light,

Nor guard them through the hours of night!"

Be Thou my soul's preserver,

O God, for Thou dost know
How many are the perils

Through which I have to go:
Lover of men! O hear my call,–

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And guard and save me from them all!

Neale (from Anatolius).

66 IT IS I BE NOT AFRAID."

IERCE was the wild billow; dark was the night;

Oars labour'd heavily; foam glimmer'd

white;

Trembled the mariners; peril was nigh;

Then said the Son of God, "Peace! it is I !"

Ridge of the mountain-wave, lower thy crest! Wail of Euroclydon, be thou at rest!

Peril can never be,-sorrow must fly,—

Where saith the Light of Light, "Peace! it is I!"

Jesus, deliverer! come Thou to me:

Soothe Thou my voyaging over Life's seaꞌ

Thou, when the storm of Death roars, sweeping

by,

Whisper, O Truth of Truth! "Peace! it is I!"

Neale (from Anatolius).

COME UNTO ME, ALL YE THAT LABOUR AND
ARE HEAVY LADEN."

RT thou weary? art thou languid?

Art thou sore distrest?

"Come to Me," saith One, "and

coming,

Be at rest!"

Hath He marks to lead me to Him,

If He be my Guide?

"In His feet and hands are wound-prints,

And His side."

Is there diadem, as monarch,

That His brow adorns?

"Yea, a crown in very surety,

If I find Him, if I follow,

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But of thorns!"

What His guerdon here?

Many a sorrow, many a labour,

Many a tear."

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