Part 29
2. And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting And passionless renown; And now we watch and struggle, And now we live in hope, And Zion in her anguish With Babylon must cope.
3. 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. And there is David’s fountain And life in fullest glow; And there the light is golden, And milk and honey flow.
4. The morning shall awaken, And shadows shall decay, And each true-hearted servant Shall shine as doth the day; Yes! God, my King and Portion, In fulness of His grace, We then shall see forever And worship face to face.
5. O sweet and blessed country, The home of God’s elect! O sweet and blessed 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.
Bernard of Cluny, 12th cent.; J. M. Neale, tr., 1851.
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Jerusalem, my happy home, Name ever dear to me, When shall my labors have an end In joy and peace and thee?
2. When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold; Thy bulwarks with salvation strong And streets of shining gold?
3. O when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where evermore the angels sing, Where sabbaths have no end?
4. There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know; Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you.
5. Why should I shrink from pain and woe Or feel at death dismay? I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view And realms of endless day.
6. Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Savior stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.
From an ancient hymn, anon., 1801.
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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; Far over vale and mountain, Far over field and plain, It hastes to seek its Fountain And quit this world of pain.
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, My soul I gladly render? For surely will His hand Lead her, with guidance tender, To heaven, her fatherland.
3. A moment’s space, and gently, wondrously, Released from earthly ties, Elijah’s chariot bears her up to thee, Through all these lower skies 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, The heritage I sought.
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, As in the far-off years Their words oft came to greet me In yonder land of tears.
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, I see them shine forever, All glorious as the sun, Mid light that fadeth never, Their perfect freedom won.
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 host rejoices, And all its blessed throng Unite their myriad voices In one eternal song.
J. M. Meyfart, 1626; C. Winkworth, tr., a.
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There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Eternal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
2. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
3. Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
4. But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shivering, on the brink And fear to launch away.
5. O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And view the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes:
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.
Isaac Watts, 1707.
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8, 6, 8, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6
O Paradise, O Paradise, Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where they that loved are blest; Where loyal hearts, and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God’s most holy sight?
2. O Paradise, O Paradise, The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold; Where loyal hearts, and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God’s most holy sight?
3. O Paradise, O Paradise, I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord In love prepares for me; Where loyal hearts, and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God’s most holy sight.
4. Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, Oh, keep me in Thy love And guide me to that happy land Of perfect rest above, Where loyal hearts, and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God’s most holy sight.
F. W. Faber, 1862.
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The Homeland! O the Homeland! The land of souls free born! No gloomy night is known there, But aye the fadeless morn. I’m sighing for that country, My heart is aching here; There is no pain in the Homeland, To which I’m drawing near.
2. My Lord is in the Homeland, With angels bright and fair; No sinful thing nor evil, Can ever enter there. The music of the ransomed Is ringing in my ears; And when I think of the Homeland, My eyes are wet with tears.
3. For loved ones in the Homeland Are waiting me to come Where neither death nor sorrow Invades their holy home. O dear, dear native country! O rest and peace above! Christ bring us all to the Homeland Of His eternal love.
H. R. Haweis, 1855.
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6, 4, 6, 4, 6, 6, 6, 4
I’m but a stranger here, Heav’n is my home; Earth is a desert drear, Heav’n is my home; Danger and sorrow stand Round me on every hand; Heav’n is my fatherland, Heav’n is my home.
2. What though the tempest rage, Heav’n is my home; Short is my pilgrimage, Heav’n is my home; And time’s wild wintry blast Soon shall be overpast; I shall reach home at last,— Heav’n is my home.
3. There at my Savior’s side— Heav’n is my home— I shall be glorified,— Heav’n is my home. There are the good and blest, Those I love most and best; And there I, too, shall rest,— Heav’n is my home.
4. Therefore I murmur not— Heav’n is my home— Whate’er my earthly lot,— Heav’n is my home; And I shall surely stand There at my Lord’s right hand,— Heav’n is my fatherland, Heav’n is my home.
T. R. Taylor, 1836, a.
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8, 6, 8, 8, 6
There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distrest, A balm for every wounded breast: ’Tis found above—in heaven.
2. There is a soft, a downy bed, ’Tis fair as breath of even; A couch for weary mortals spread Where they may rest the aching head And find repose—in heaven.
3. There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven,— When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear—but heaven.
4. There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects given; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene—in heaven.
5. There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There rays divine disperse the gloom; Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven.
W. B. Tappan, 1818.
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A slumber I know, in Jesus’ name, A rest from all toil and sorrow; Earth tenderly takes my weary frame To sleep till the blissful morrow; In heaven my soul with God abides, Forgotten are cares and trials.
2. An even I know, serene and blest, And oft is my spirit longing, When, weary and worn, it finds no rest While woes on the way are thronging; Oft longing to see the journey’s end, And rest in a blissful slumber.
3. A morning I know, so bright and fair, When tidings of joy shall wake us, When anthems from high shall fill the air And God to His glory take us; When Jesus shall bid us rise from sleep— How joyous that hour of awaking!
4. Oh, dear is that morning fair to me! And oft, o’er the mountains beaming, In spirit its heavenly light I see, As golden the peaks are gleaming. For joy I must sing as birds at dawn Their carols in lofty lindens.
5. The Savior then comes unto our graves; His mighty command is given. Then break from the deep the ocean waves, Each tomb and restraint is riven. All earth hears the cry, Ye dead, come forth! In glory we go to meet Him.
M. B. Landstad, † 1880.
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Yes, there remaineth still a rest! Arise, sad heart, that darkly pines, By heavy care and pain opprest, On whom no sun of gladness shines; Look to the Lamb! In yon bright fields Thou’lt know the joy His presence yields. Cast off thy load and thither haste; Soon shalt thou fight and bleed no more, Soon, soon thy weary course be o’er, And deep the rest thou then shalt taste.
2. The rest appointed thee of God, The rest that naught shall break or move, That ere this earth by man was trod, Was set apart for thee by Love. Our Savior gave His life to win This rest for thee; O enter in! Hear how His voice sounds far and wide, “Ye weary souls, no more delay, Loiter not faithless by the way; Here in My peace and rest abide!”
3. Ye heavy-laden, come to Him! Ye who are bent with many a load, Come from your prisons drear and dim, Toil thus not sadly on your road! Ye’ve borne the burden of the day, And hear ye not the Savior say: “I am your Refuge and your Rest”? His children ye, of heavenly birth, Howe’er may rage sin, hell, or earth, Here ye are safe, here calmly blest.
4. O what contentment fills the breast Of wanderers through the desert plains If they have found a place to rest, To quench their thirst and cure their pains! How welcome is a humble bed, Where they may rest their weary head, To persons that are sick and sore! Such hours of sweet repose soon fly. But there remains a rest on high Where we shall rest forevermore.
5. Yonder in joy the sheaves we bring, Whose seed was sown on earth in tears; There in our Father’s house we sing The song too sweet for mortal ears. Sorrow and sighing all are past, And pain and death are fled at last. There with the lamb of God we dwell, He leads us to the crystal river, He wipes away all tears forever; What there is ours no tongue can tell.
6. Nor thirst nor hunger pains us there, The time of recompense is come, Nor cold nor scorching heat we bear, We’re sheltered in our Savior’s home. The Lamb is in the midst; and those Who followed Him through shame and woes Are crowned with honor, joy, and peace. The dry bones gather life again, One Sabbath over all shall reign, Wherein all toil and labor cease.
7. There is untroubled calm and light, No gnawing care shall mar our rest; Ye weary, heed this word aright; Come, lean upon your Savior’s breast! Fain would I linger here no more, Fain to yon happier world upsoar, And join that bright, expectant band. O raise, my soul, the joyful song That rings through yon triumphant throng; Thy perfect rest is nigh at hand.
J. S. Kunth, 1733; C. Winkworth, tr., a.
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“Forever with the Lord!” Amen! so let it be; Life from the dead is in that word, ’Tis immortality.
2. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day’s march nearer home.
3. My Father’s house on high, Home of my soul! how near At times to faith’s foreseeing eye The golden gates appear!
4. Ah! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above!
5. “Forever with the Lord!” Father, if ’tis Thy will, The promise of that faithful word E’en here to me fulfil.
6. Be Thou at my right hand, Then I can never fail; Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand; Fight, and I must prevail.
7. So when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death And life eternal gain.
8. Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word And oft repeat before the throne, “Forever with the Lord!”
James Montgomery, 1835.
CHANTS.
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Gloria in Excelsis.
_Congregation_:—
Glory be to | God on high, | and on earth | peace, good | will toward | men! ||
_Choir or Congregation_:—
We | praise Thee, we | bless Thee, we | wor-ship | Thee, we | glo-ri-fy | Thee, we | give thanks to | Thee for Thy great | glo-ry. O | Lord God, | heavenly King, | God the Fa-ther Al- | might-y! O | Lord the only-be- | got-ten Son, | Jesus Christ, | O Lord God, Thou | Lamb of God, Son | of the Fa-ther, | that tak-est a- | way the sin of the | world, have | mer-cy up- | on us! || Thou, that | tak-est a-way the | sin of the world, re-| ceive our | prayer! Thou that | sit-test at the | right hand of | God the | Father, have | mer-cy up- | on us! For | Thou on-ly art | ho-ly, Thou | on-ly art the | Lord, Thou | on-ly, O | Christ, with the | Ho-ly | Ghost, | art most | high in the | glo-ry of | God the | Fa-ther. | A- | men.
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Levavi Oculos.
1. I will lift up mine _eyes_ un- | to the | hills || From _whence_ | com-eth | my — | help.
2. My help _com_eth | from the | Lord || Who hath | made — | heaven and | earth.
3. He will not _suf_fer thy | foot to be | moved. || _He_ that | keepeth thee | will not | slumber.
4. Behold, _He_ that | keep-eth | Israel || _Shall_ | nei-ther | slumber nor | sleep.
5. The _Lord_ Him- | self is thy | Keeper: || The _Lord_ is thy De- | fense up-on | thy right | hand,
6. So that the sun shall not _burn_ | thee by | day || _Nor_ the | moon — | by — | night.
7. The Lord shall pre_serve_ thee | from all | evil || _He_ | shall pre- | serve thy | soul.
8. The Lord shall preserve thy going _out_ and thy | coming | in || From _this_ time | forth for- | ev-er- | more.
Glory be to the _Fa_ther | and to the | Son || _and_ | to the | Ho-ly | Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is _now_, and | ev-er | shall be, || _world_ without | end! — _A-_ — | _men_.
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Benedictus.
1. Blessed be the Lord _God_ of | Is-ra- | el, || for He hath _visit_ed | and re- | deem-ed His | people:
2. And hath raised up a _mighty_ sal- | va-tion | for us || in the _house_ | of His | servant | David;
3. As He spake by the _mouth_ of His | ho-ly | prophets || which have _been_ | since the | world be- | gan;
4. That we should be _saved_ | from our | enemies || and from the _hand_ of | all that | hate — | us;
5. To perform the mercy _promis_ed to | our fore- | fathers, || and to re_mem_ber His | ho-ly | Cov-e- | nant:
6. To perform the oath which He sware to our fore-_fa_ther | A-bra- | ham || that | He would | give —| us;
7. That we, being delivered out of the _hand_ of our | en-e- | mies, || might _serve_ | Him with- | out — | fear,
8. In holiness and _right_eous- | ness be- | fore Him || _all_ the | days of | our — | life.
9. And thou, child, shalt be called the _prophet_ | of the | Highest, || for thou shalt go before the face of the _Lord_ | to pre- | pare His | ways;
10. To give knowledge of sal_va_tion | unto His | people || _for_ the re- | mis-sion | of their | sins,
11. Through the tender _mer_cy | of our | God || whereby the Day-spring _from_ on | high hath | visit-ed | us;
12. To give light to them that sit in darkness and _in_ the | shadow of | death || and to guide our _feet_ | into the | way of | peace.
Glory be to the _Fa_ther | and to the | Son || _and_ | to the | Ho-ly | Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is _now_, and | ever | shall be, || _world_ without | end! — | _A-_ — | _men_.
571
Te Deum Laudamus.
1. We _praise_ | Thee, O | God, || we ac_knowl_edge | Thee to | be the | Lord.
2. All the _earth_ doth | wor-ship | Thee, || _the_ | Fa-ther | ev-er- | lasting.
3. To Thee all _an_gels | cry a- | loud, || the _Heavens_ and | all the | powers there- | in.
4. To Thee cheru_bim_ and | Ser-a- | phim || _con-_ | tin-ual- | ly do | cry,
5. _Ho_ly | ho-ly | holy, || _Lord_ | God of | Sab-a- | oth;
6. Heaven and earth are _full_ of the | maj-es- | ty || _of_ | Thy — | glo- — | ry.
7. The glorious _com_pany | of the a- | postles || _praise_ | — — | — — | Thee.
8. The goodly _fel_lowship | of the | prophets || _praise_ | — — | — — | Thee.
9. The _no_ble | army of | martyrs || _praise_ | — — | — — | Thee.
10. The holy _Church_ throughout | all the | world || _doth_ | — ac- | knowl-edge | Thee;
11. _The_ | Fa- — ther || _of_ an | in-finite | maj-es | ty;
12. _Thine_ a- | dor-able, | true, || _and_ | on- — | — ly | Son;
13. Al_so_ the | Holy | Ghost, || _the_ | Com- — | fort- — | er.
14. _Thou_ art the King of | Glory, || O | — — | — — | Christ!
15. Thou art the _ev_er- | last-ing | Son || _of_ | — the | Fa- — | ther.
16. When Thou tookest upon _Thee_ to de- | liv-er | man, || Thou didst humble Thy_self_ to be | born — | of a | virgin.
17. When Thou hadst over_come_ the | sharpness of | death, || Thou didst open the _king_dom of | heaven to | all be- | lievers.
18. Thou sittest at the _right_ | hand of | God || _in_ the | glo-ry | of the | Father.
19. We be_lieve_ that | Thou shalt | come || _to_ | be — | our — | Judge.
20. We therefore _pray_ Thee, | Help Thy | servants, || whom Thou hast _redeem_ed | with Thy | precious | blood!
21. Make them to be _num_bered | with Thy | saints || _in_ | glo-ry | ev-er- | lasting.
22. O _Lord_, | save Thy | people || _and_ | bless Thine | her-it- | age!
23. _Gov-_ | — ern | them || _and_ | lift them | up for- | ever!
24. _Day_ | by — | day || _we_ | mag-ni | fy — | Thee;
25. _And_ we | worship Thy | name || _ev_er, | world with- | out — | end.
26. _Vouch-_ | safe, O | Lord, || to keep _us_ this | day with- | out — | sin.
27. O _Lord_, have | mercy up- | on us, || _have_ | mercy up- | on — us!
28. O Lord, let Thy _mer_cy | be up- | on us, || _as_ our | trust — | is in | Thee.
29. O Lord, in _Thee_ | have I | trusted; || _let_ me | nev-er | be con- | founded!
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Magnificat.
1. My soul doth _mag_ni- | fy the | Lord, || and my spirit _hath_ re- | joiced in | God, my | Savior.
2. _For_ He | hath re- | garded || the _low_li- | ness | of | His hand- | maiden.
3. _For_, be- | hold, from | henceforth || all _gen_er- | a-tions shall | call me | blessed.
4. For He that is _mighty_ hath | magni-fied | me, || _and_ | ho-ly | is His | name.
5. And His mer_cy_ is on | them that | fear Him || _through-_ | out all | gen-er- | ations.
6. He hath showed _strength_ | with His | arm; || He hath scattered the proud in the im_ag_i- | na-tion | of their | hearts.
7. He hath put down the _mighty_ | from their | seats || and _hath_ ex- | alted the | humble and | meek.
8. He hath filled the _hun_gry | with good | things, || and the _rich_ He hath | sent — | empty a- | way.
9. He, remembering His mercy, hath holpen His _ser_vant | Is-ra- | el, || as He promised to our fore-fathers, Abra_ham_ | and his | seed for- | ever.
Glory be to the _Fa_ther | and to the | Son || _and_ | to the | Ho-ly | Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is _now_, and | ev-er | shall be, || _world_ without | end! — | _A-_ — | _men_.
573
Dominus Regit Me.
1. The _Lord_ | is my | Shepherd, || I | shall | not | want.