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There grief is tamed to pleasure: Such pleasure, as below No human voice can utter, No human heart can know.. There is the throne of David,--And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shouts of them that feast;And they who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white.. The only art thou needest, Thanksgiving for thy lot: The only joy thou seekest, The Life where Death is not.
YES, Peace! for war is needless,--Yes, calm! for storm is past,--And goal from finished labor And anchorage at last.. And 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 blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed: I know not, O, I know not, What social joys are there; What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare!And when I fain would sing them, My spirit falls and faints,--And vainly would it image The assembly of the Saints.. By hope we straggle onward, While here we most be fed With milk, as tender infants, But there with Living Bread.
And when the Sole-Begotten Shall render up once more The Kingdom to the Father, Whose own it was before,--Then glory yet unheard of Shall shed abroad its ray, Resolving all enigmas, An endless Sabbath-day.. They stand, those halls of Syon, Conjubilant 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 decked in glorious sheen.. O fields that know no sorrow! O state that fears no strife! O princely bow'rs! O land of flow'rs! O Realm and Home of Life! JERUSALEM, exulting On that securest shore, I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, And love thee evermore! I ask not for my merit: I seek not to deny My merit is destruction, A child of wrath am I: But yet with Faith I venture And Hope upon my way; For those perennial guerdons I labor night and day.. GorhamCHURCH MISSIONS HOUSETHE poems of Bernard, the Monk of Cluny, De Contemptu Mundi, is one of the most remarkable of the Latin hymns which Archbishop Trench first introduced to popular notice.. There Jesus shall embrace us, There Jesus be embraced,-- That spirit's food and sunshine Whence meaner love is chased.
O happy, holy portion, Refection for the blest; True vision of true beauty, Sweet cure of all distrest!STRIVE, man, to win that glory, Toil, man, to gain that light; Send hope before to grasp it, Till hope be lost in sight: Till Jesus gives the portion Those blessed souls to fill, The insatiate, yet satisfied, The full, yet craving still.. For other versions of this work, see The Celestial Country The Celestial Country (1900) by Bernard of Cluny, translated by John Mason NealeBooks.. THE Cross is all thy splendor, The Crucified thy praise: His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise; Jesus, the Gem of Beauty, True God and Man, they sing; The never-failing Garden, The ever-golden Ring: The Door, the Pledge, the Husband, The Guardian of His Court; The Day-star of Salvation, The Porter and the Port; Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! Thou has no time, bright day! Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away! Upon the Rock of Ages They raise thy holy tower: Thine is the victor's laurel, And thine the golden dower: Thou feel'st in mystic rapture, O Bride, that knowest no guile, The Prince's sweetest kisses, The Prince's loveliest smile: Unfading lilies, bracelets Of living pearl, thine own; The Lamb is ever near thee, The Bridegroom thine alone; The Crown is He to guerdon, The Buckler to protect, And He Himself the Mansion, And He the Architect.. BRIEF life is here our portion; Brief sorrow, short-lived care: The life that knows no ending, The tearless life, is There.. Oh, none can tell thy bulwarks How gloriously they rise: Oh, none can tell thy capitals Of beautiful device: Thy loveliness oppresses All human thought and heart: And none, O peace, O Syon, Can sing thee as thou art.. Trench says 'has won a place in the affections of Christian people as a priceless acquisition.. And after fleshly scandal, And after this world's night, And after storm and whirlwind Is calm, and joy, and light.. THE night was full of terror, The morn is bright with gladness, The Cross becomes our harbor, And we triumph after sadness; And Jesus to His true ones Brings trophies fair to see: And Jesus shall be loved, and Beheld in Galilee.
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