559 10,6,10,6,7,6,7,6 JERUSALEM, thou city fair and high, Would God I were in thee! My longing heart fain, fain to thee would fly, It will not stay with me; 2 O happy day, and yet far happier hour, When wilt thou come at last? When fearless to my Father's love and power, Whose promise standeth fast, For surely will His hand 8 A moment's space, and gently, wondrously, Released from earthly ties, Elijah's chariot bears her up to thee, To yonder shining regions, While down to meet her come The blessed angel legions, And bid her welcome home. 4 O Zion, hail! Bright city, now unfold The gates of grace to me! How many a time I longed for thee of old, Ere yet I was set free From yon dark life of sadness, Yon world of shadowy naught, And God had given the gladness, 5 O what the tribe, or what the glorious host, Comes sweeping swiftly down? The chosen ones on earth who wrought the most, The Church's brightest crown, Our Lord hath sent to meet me, Their words oft came to greet me 6 The Patriarchs' and Prophets' noble train, With all Christ's followers true, Who bore the cross, and could the worst disdain That tyrants dared to do, 7 And when within that lovely paradise At last I safely dwell, From out my soul what songs of bliss shall rise, What joy my lips shall tell, While holy saints are singing Hosannas o'er and o'er, Pure Hallelujahs ringing Around me evermore! 8 Innumerous choirs before the shining throne Their joyful anthems raise, Till heaven's glad halls are echoing with the tone Of that great hymn of praise, And all its blessed throng 580 THERE is a land of pure delight, C. M. 3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shivering, on the brink, 5 O could we make our doubts remove, 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. 561 8,6,8,6,6,6,6,6, O PARADISE, O Paradise, Who doth not crave for rest? All rapture, through and through, 2 O Paradise, O Paradise, The world is growing old; 3 O Paradise, O Paradise, I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord 4 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, And guide me to that happy land Where loyal hearts, etc. 562 7,6 81 THE Homeland! O the Homeland! No gloomy night is known there, 2 My Lord is in the Homeland, Can ever enter there; And when I think of the Homeland, 3 For loved ones in the Homeland O dear, dear native Country! Christ bring us all to the Homeland 563 I'M but a stranger here, Heav'n is my home. 6,4,6,4,6,6,6,4 2 What though the tempest rage, Short is my pilgrimage, And time's wild wintry blast Heav'n is my home. |