Jerusalem the golden,
The joy of the elect;
O dear and future vision,
That eager hearts expect!
O land that seest no sorrow!
O state that fear'st no strife!
O land of deathless flowers!
O realm and home of life!
To thee, of that our country,
Jesus, unsetting Sun,
To Father and blest Spirit,
Be praise while ages run.
HAT are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song
'Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain;
New dominion every hour."
These through fiery trials trod :
These from great affliction came:
Now before the throne of God,
Seal'd with his almighty name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.
Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them, the Lamb amidst the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels all fears;
And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away the tears.
My soul, go boldly forth,
Forsake this sinful earth;
What hath it been to thee,
But pain and sorrow?
And think'st thou it will be
Better to-morrow?
Why art thou for delay ?
Thou cam'st not here to stay;
What takest thou for thy part,
But heavenly pleasure?
Where then should be thy heart,
But where's thy treasure?
Thy God, thy Head's above;
There is the world of love;
Mansions there purchased are,
By Christ's own merit;
For these, he doth prepare
Thee by his Spirit.
Lord Jesus, take my spirit,
I trust thy love and merit:
Take home thy wand'ring sheep,
For thou hast sought it;
My soul in safety keep,
For thou hast bought it.
The chosen portion of my heart!
Other rejoicing need I none,
I can find all in thee,
Thou chiefest good to me!
Who has thee, is satisfied;
Who by thee doth still abide,
Is no more lonely, at thy side.
To whom thou dost reveal
Thy face,
He lives in joy in every place,
In every time has what he will,
Who in his deep heart-ground
To thee is firmly bound,
Still and joyful, knows no fear.
Earth costs him no bitter tear,
Earth grows dim when thou art near.
O highest joy of joy!
Comfort of every aching breast!
Whom can earth trouble or annoy
Whom thou art near to bless,
Who does thy love possess ?
All I seek for out of thee
Hindrance to my joy might be,
And diminish peace in me.
Whom thou dost call thy child,
Thine own,
By all on earth may be unknown,
By all on earth may be reviled ;
What then? if God be his,
He needs no other bliss.
If I know that I have thee,
Life and strength and joy may flee,
Griefs may come-they move not me.
Come, O thou Blessed One,
My choice!
Now in thy light make me rejoice.
Come, fill the soul which thou hast won.
Come, take the whole, that I
To thee may live and die.
I am thine, O be thou mine,
Until in yonder life divine
Thy face shall on me fully shine!
HE hour of my departure's come,
I hear the voice that calls me home;
At last, O Lord, let trouble cease,
And let thy servant die in peace.
Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before thee in the dust;
And through my Saviour's blood alone,
I look for mercy at thy throne.
I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I hold so dear;
To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend,
And to the friendless prove a friend.
come, I come, at thy command,
I give my spirit to thy hand;
Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,
And shield me in the last alarms.
The hour of my departure's come,
I hear the voice that calls me home;
Now, O my God, let trouble cease,
Now let thy servant die in peace.
O seas again shall sever;
No desert intervene;
No deep, sad-flowing river
Shall roll its tide between.
No bleak cliffs upward towering
Shall bound our eager sight;
No tempest darkly lowering
Shall wrap us in its night.
Love, and unsever'd union,
Of soul with those we love,
Nearness and glad communion,
Shall be our joy above.
No dread of wasting sickness,
No thought of ache or pain,
No fretting hours of weakness,
Shall mar our peace again.
No death our homes o'ershading,
Shall e'er our harps unstring,
For all is life unfading
In presence of our King.
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