7 Strive, man, to win that glory;
Toil, man, to gain that light;
Send hope before to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight. Amen.

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PART II.

BRIEF life is here our portion,

Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life, is there.

O happy retribution !

Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals and for sinners

A mansion with the blest!

3 And now we fight the battle,
But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting

And passionless renown:

4 And now we watch and struggle,
And now we live in hope,

And Syon, in her anguish,
With Babylon must cope;

5 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.

6 Yes! God my King and Portion,
In fulness of His grace,

We then shall see for ever,

And worship face to face. Amen.

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PART III.

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.

3 O one, O only Mansion!
O Paradise of Joy!

Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;

4 With jaspers glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze; The sardis and the topaz

Unite in thee their rays;

5 Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; The saints build up its fabric,

And the corner-stone is Christ.

6 The Cross is all thy splendour ;
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction

Thy ransomed people raise.

7 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! Thou hast no time, bright day!

Dear fountain of refreshment

To pilgrims far away!

7 Strive, man, to win that glory ;
Toil, man, to gain that light;
Send hope before to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight. Amen.

I

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PART II.

BRIEF life is here our portion,

Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life, is there.

O happy retribution !

Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals and for sinners

A mansion with the blest!

3 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 Syon, in her anguish,
With Babylon must cope;

5 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.

6 Yes! God my King and Portion,
In fulness of His grace,

We then shall see for ever,

And worship face to face. Amen.

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PART III.

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.

3 O one, O only Mansion!
O Paradise of Joy!

Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;

4 With jaspers glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze; The sardis and the topaz

Unite in thee their rays;

5 Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; The saints build up its fabric,

And the corner-stone is Christ.

6 The Cross is all thy splendour; The Crucified thy praise;

His laud and benediction

Thy ransomed people raise.

7 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! Thou hast no time, bright day!

Dear fountain of refreshment

To pilgrims far away!

8 Upon the Rock of Ages

They raise thy holy tower ;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.

PART IV.

I JERUSALEM, the golden!

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With milk and honey blest;
Beneath thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice opprest.

I know not, oh! I know not
What social joys are there;
What radiancy of glory,

What light beyond compare.

3 They stand, those halls of Syon,
Conjubilant with song,

And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng:

4 The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene :
The pastures of the blessèd
Are decked in glorious sheen.

5 Jerusalem, the glorious!
The glory of the elect!
O dear and future vision

That eager hearts expect!

6 O fields that know no sorrow!
O state that fears no strife!

O princely bowers! O land of flowers!
O realm and home of light!

Bernard of Cluny. 7. M. Neale. (tr.)