There grief is turn'd to pleasure;
Such pleasure, as below
No human voice can utter,
No human heart can know.
Reach forward to that glory,
Press onward to that light;
And strive by hope to grasp it,
Till faith be lost in sight.
The morning shall awaken,
The shadows pass away,
And each true-hearted servant
Shall shine as doth the day.
Exult, O dust and ashes;
The Lord shall be thy part,
His only, His for ever,
Thou shalt be, and thou art.
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 balm to the distress'd;
Is medicine in sickness;
Is love, and life, and rest.
O one abiding City,
O paradise of joy!
Where tears are ever banish'd,
And smiles have no alloy.
There shall be no more hunger;
There shall be no more thirst:
No longer aught defiling;
No longer aught accurst.
With jasper glow thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with emerald blaze:
The sardius and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays.
Thy mystic wall is garnish'd
With amethyst unpriced:
The Saints thy golden fabric,
Thy corner-stone is Christ.
Thou hast no shore, fair ocean!
Thou hast no time, bright day!
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away.
While all thine endless leisure
In sweetest accents sings
The ill that was thy merit-
The wealth that is thy King's.
JERUSALEM the golden,
With milk and honey bless'd,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppress'd.
I know not, O I know not,
What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,
What light beyond compare.
They stand, those halls of Sion,
All jubilant with song;
And bright with many an Angel,
And all the martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessed
Are deck'd in glorious sheen.
There is the throne of David,
And there from care released,
The shouts of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast.
And they who, with their leader,
Have conquer'd in the fight,
For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white.
JERUSALEM, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me,
When shall my labours have an end
In joy, and peace, and thee?
When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls, And gates of pearl behold,
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
Apostles, Martyrs, Prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand;
And all I love in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end
When I thy joys shall see.
Praise to the Father and the Son,
Praise to the Spirit be;
Praise to the blessed Three in One,
Through all eternity.
PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransom'd, heal'd, restored, forgiven,
Who like thee His praise should sing? Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King!
Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Glorious in His faithfulness!
Angels, help us to adore Him,
Ye behold Him face to face ;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him,
Dwellers all in time and space
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise with us the God of grace!
PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens, adore Him,
Praise Him, Angels, in the height;
Sun and moon, rejoice before Him,
Praise Him, all ye stars and light.
Praise the Lord! for He hath spoken,
Worlds His mighty voice obey'd;
Laws which never shall be broken
For their guidance hath He made.
Praise the Lord! for He is glorious;
Never shall His promise fail :
God hath made His saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.
Praise the God of our salvation;
Hosts on high, His power proclaim;
Heaven and earth and all creation
Laud and magnify His Name.
GIVE to our God immortal praise;
Mercy and truth are all His ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
He built the earth, He spread the sky,
And fix'd the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
He sent His Son with power to save
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave:
Wonders of grace to God belong ;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
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