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477 ST. ANSELM 75 & 68. D. (HORA NOVISSIMA—Part II)
(d=100) For thee, O
dear, dear coun - try, Mine eyes their vig - ils keep;
Batz And med - i - cine in sick - ness, And love, and life, and rest. A-men.
(May be sung to Homeland, No. 473) 2 0 one, O only mansion!
Thine ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints build up thy fabric,
And the corner stone is Christ. Thy loveliness oppresses
4 The Cross is all thy splendor, All human thought and heart,
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise: 3 With jaspers glow thy bulwarks,
Upon the Rock of Ages
They build thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower. Amen.
478 ST. ALPHEGE 75 & 6s. (HORA NOVISSIMA--Part III)
HENRY J. GAUNTLETT
is here our por - tion, Brief sor - row, short-lived care;
The tear- less life is
2 O happy retribution!
Short toil, eternal rest;
A mansion with the blest!
But then shall wear the crown
And passionless renown.
Shall then be seen and known;
Shall have Him for their own.
The shadows shall decay,
Shall shine as doth the day.
In fullness of His grace,
And worship face to face.
Shall I e'er see thy face,
Shall I e'er win thy grace?
The Lord shall be thy part;
Bernard Of Cluny. Tr. JOHN M. NEALE
What ra - dian-cy
of glo - ry, What bliss be-yond com-pare! A-men.
And they, who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
Are clad in robes of white. 4 O sweet and blessed country
The home of God's elect!
That eager hearts expect!
To that dear land of rest;
And Spirit, ever blest. Amen. BERNARD OF CLUNY. Tr. John M. NEALE
(d=96) Je - ru - sa - lem, the gold - en! With milk and honey blest;
neath thy con-tem-pla-tion Sink heart and voice op-prest.
I know not, oh,
know not, What joys a - wait us there! What ra-dian - cy
Be-neath thy con-tem-pla-tion Sink heart and voice op-prest. A-men.
Je - ru - sa - lem, my hap - py home, Name ev - er dear to me,
When shall my la - bors have an end
In joy,and peace, and thee? A-men.
2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And pearly gates behold? (walls And realms of endless day. Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there And streets of shining gold?
Around my Saviour stand; 3 There happier bowers than Eden's And soon my friends in Christ below
Nor sin nor sorrow know: (bloom, Will join the glorious band. Blest seats! through rude and stormy
6 Jerusalem, my happy home, I onward press to you. (scenes,
My soul still pants for thee; 4 Why should I shrink from pain and woe, Then shall my labors have an end, Or feel at death, dismay?
When I thy joys shall see. Amen. From a Latin Hymn. Tr. “F. B. P.," arr. by Joseph BROMEHEAD (?)