FOR thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding

Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory

Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. For thee, &c.

2 O one, O only mansion,

O paradise of joy, Where tears are ever banished, And smiles have no alloy; The Lamb is all thy splendor, The Crucified thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise. For thee, &c.

3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emerald blaze; The sardius and the topaz

Unite in thee their rays;
Thine ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints build up its fabric;
The corner-stone is Christ.
For thee, &c.

4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean;
Thou hast no time, bright day;
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away.
Upon the Rock of Ages
They raise thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.
For thee, &c.

Bernard of Morlaix ab. 1150
Tr, by John Mason Neale 1851

4 But 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 fulness of His grace,
Shall we behold forever,
And worship face to face.

Bernard of Morlaix ab. 1150
Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851

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TEN thousand times ten thousand,
In sparkling raiment bright,
The armies of the ransomed saints
Throng up the steeps of light:
"Tis finished, all is finished,

Their fight with death and sin: Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in.

2 What rush of hallelujahs

Fills all the earth and sky;
What ringing of a thousand harps
Bespeaks the triumph nigh.
O day, for which Creation

And all its tribes were made;
O joy, for all its former woes
A thousand fold repaid.

WOOLWICH S. M.

30 then what raptured greetings
On Canaan's happy shore;
What knitting severed friendships up
Where partings are no more.
Then eyes with joy shall sparkle,
That brimmed with tears of late:
Orphans no longer fatherless,

Nor widows desolate.

4 Bring near Thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for sinners slain; Fill up the roll of Thine elect,

Then take Thy power and reign! Appear, Desire of nations!

Thine exiles long for home:

Show in the heavens Thy promised sign!
Thou Prince and Saviour, come!
Henry Alford 1866

C. E. KETTLE

CIVITAS DEI 8, 8, 7. D.

J. B. CALKIN

COME to the land of peace,

From shadows come away;

Where all the sounds of weeping cease, And storms no more have sway.

2 Come to the bright and blest,

Gathered from every land;
For here thy soul shall find its rest
Amid the shining band.

3 In this divine abode

Change leaves no saddening trace;
Come, trusting spirit, to thy God,
Thy holy resting-place.

4 "Come to our peaceful home,"
The saints and angels say,
"Forsake the world, no longer roam,
O wanderer, come away!”

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Felicia Dorothea Hemans alt. Briggs' Col. 1845
S. M.

THERE is no night in heaven;
In that blest world above

3 Where the Lamb on high is seated, By ten thousand voices greeted,

Lord of lords, and King of kings.
Son of Man, they crown, they crown Him,
Son of God, they own, they own Him,
With His name the palace rings.
4 Blessing, honor, without measure,
Heavenly riches, earthly treasure,

Lay we at His blessed feet.
Poor the praise that now we render:
Loud shall be our voices yonder,

When before His throne we meet.
Horatius Bonar 1866

Work never can bring weariness,
For work itself is love.

2 There is no grief in heaven;
For life is one glad day;
And tears are of those former things
Which all have passed away.

3 There is no sin in heaven;

Behold that blessed throng All holy is their spotless robe! All holy is their song!

4 There is no death in heaven; For they who gain that shore Have won their immortality,

And they can die no more.

5 Lord Jesus, be our guide;

O lead us safely on,

Till night and grief and sin and death
Are past, and heaven is won!

Francis Minden Knollys 1859