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477 ST. ANSELM 75 & 68. D. (HORA NOVISSIMA—Part II)

JOSEPH BARNBY

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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
O Paradise of joy!

With amethyst unpriced;
Where tears are ever banished

The saints build up thy fabric,
And smiles have no alloy;

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;
And none, O Peace, O Zion,

His laud and benediction
Can sing thee as thou art.

Thy ransomed people raise: 3 With jaspers glow thy bulwarks,

Upon the Rock of Ages
Thy streets with emeralds blaze;

They build thy holy tower;
The sardius and the topaz

Thine is the victor's laurel,
Unite in thee their rays;

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

478 ST. ALPHEGE 75 & 6s. (HORA NOVISSIMA--Part III)

HENRY J. GAUNTLETT

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2 O happy retribution!

Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals and for sinners

A mansion with the blest!
3 And now we fight the battle,

But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting

And passionless renown.
4 And He Whom now we trust in

Shall then be seen and known;
And they that know and see Him,

Shall have Him for their own.
5 The morning shall awaken,

The shadows shall decay,
And each true-hearted servant

Shall shine as doth the day.
6 There God our King and Portion,

In fullness of His grace,
Shall we behold forever,

And worship face to face.
7 O sweet and blessèd country,

Shall I e'er see thy face,
O sweet and blessèd country

Shall I e'er win thy grace?
8 Exult, ( dust and ashes,

The Lord shall be thy part;
His only, His for ever,
Thou shalt be, and thou art! Amen.

Bernard Of Cluny. Tr. JOHN M. NEALE

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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

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When shall my la - bors have an end

In joy,and peace, and thee? A-men.

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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 (?)

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