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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.


BRIEF life is here our portion,

Brief sorrow, short-lived care ;
The life that knows no ending,

The tearless life, is there. 2 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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FOR thee, O dear, dear Country!

Mine eyes their vigils keep ;
For very love, beholding

Thy happy name, they weep. 2 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 nu 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.

1 JERUSALEM, the golden!

With milk and honey blest;
Beneath thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice opprest. 2 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 blessed

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 !
Ō realm and home of light !

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




Psalm XXX
O ISRAEL'S Shepherd, Joseph's Guide,

prayers to Thee vouchsafe to hear ;
Thou, that on cherubim didst ride,
Again in solemn state appear.
To Thee, O God of hosts, we pray ;
Thy wonted goodness, Lord, renew :
From heaven, Thy throne, Thy church survey,

And her sad state with pity view.
3 Behold the vineyard made by Thee,

Which Thy right hand did guard so long :
And keep that branch from danger free,

Which for Thyself Thou mad'st so strong. 4 Do Thou convert us, Lord ; do Thou

The lustre of Thy face display ;
And all the ills we suffer now,
Like scattered clouds shall pass away. Amen.

New Version.*

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Psalm LXXXI.
LORD, Thou hadst planted with Thy hands
A lovely Vine in heathen lands;
Thy power defended it around,
And heavenly dews enriched the ground.
How did the spreading branches shoot,
And bless the nations with the fruit ;
But now, good Lord, look down and see
Thy mourning Vine, that lovely tree !



3 Why is its beauty thus defaced ?

Why hast Thou laid her fences waste?
Strangers and foes against her join,

And every beast devours the Vine. 4 Return ! Almighty God, return !

Nor let Thy bleeding vineyard mourn;
Turn us to Thee, Thy love restore,
We shall be saved and weep no more. Amen.

1. Watts. *


1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs

With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one.
2 “Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,

“ To be exalted thus :"
“Worthy the Lamb,” our lips reply,

“ For He was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and power divine:
And blessings more than we can give,

Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

4. The whole creation join in one,

To bless the sacred Name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,

And to adore the Lamb. Amen.

I. Watts.

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