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2 No murky cloud o'ershadows thee,
Nor gloom, nor darksome night;
But every soul shines as the sun;
For God Himself gives light,
O my sweet home, Jerusalem
Thy joys when shall I see?
The King that sitteth on thy throne
In His felicity?

3 Thy gardens and thy goodly walks

Continually are green,

Where grow such sweet and pleasant
As nowhere else are seen. [flowers

Right through thy streets, with silver
The living waters flow, [sound,
And on the banks, on either side,
The trees of life do grow.

4 Those trees for evermore bear fruit,
And evermore do spring:
There evermore the angels are,
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! Amen. Latin Hymn. Tr. "F. B. P.," arr. by DAVID DICKSON

ROBERT L. DE PEARSALL

2 Arise, arise, good Christian, Let right to wrong succeed; Let penitential sorrow

To heavenly gladness lead;
To the home of fadeless splendor,
Of flowers that bear no thorn
Where they shall dwell as children
Who here as exiles mourn;

3 'Mid power that knows no limit,
And wisdom free from bound,
Where rests a peace untroubled,
Peace holy and profound.
O happy, holy portion,
Refection for the blest,

True vision of true beauty,

Sweet cure for all distrest!

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4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean!
Thou hast no time, bright day!
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!
Strive, man, to win that glory;

Toil, man, to gain that light;
Send hope before to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight.
5 O sweet and blessèd country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed 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! Amen.

BERNARD OF CLUNY Tr. JOHN M. NEALE

JOSEPH BARNBY

A-men.

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2 O one, O only mansion! O Paradise of joy!

Where tears are ever banished

And smiles have no alloy;

Thy loveliness oppresses

All human thought and heart,
And none, O Peace, O Zion,

Can sing thee as thou art.

3 With jaspers 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 thy fabric,

And the corner stone is Christ.
4 The Cross is all thy splendor,
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise:
Upon the Rock of Ages

They build thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,

And thine the golden dower. Amen.
BERNARD OF CLUNY. Tr. JOHN M. NEALE

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,

The daylight is serene,
The pastures of the blessèd

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;

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

Are clad in robes of white.

4 O sweet and blessed 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. Amen.
BERNARD OF CLUNY. Tr. JOHN M. NEALE