The Elocutionist

New mansion of new people, whom God's own love and

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Promote, increase, make holy, identify, unite.

Thou City of the Angels! thou City of the Lord!
Whose everlasting music is the glorious decachord!
And there the band of Prophets united praise ascribes,
And there the twelvefold chorus of Israel's ransomed tribes:
The lily-beds of virgins, the roses martyr-glow,

The cohort of the Fathers who kept the faith below.
And there the Sole-Begotten is Lord in regal state;
He, Judah's mystic Lion, He, Lamb Immaculate.

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 labour night and day.
The Best and Dearest Father Who made me and Who saved,
Bore with me in defilement, and from defilement laved :
When in his strength I struggle, for very joy I leap;
When in my sin I totter, I weep or try to weep:
And grace, sweet grace celestial, shall all its love display,
And David's Royal Fountain purge every sin away.

O mine, my golden Syon! O lovelier far than gold!
With laurel-girt battalions, and safe victorious fold:
O sweet and blessed Country, shall I ever see thy face?
O sweet and blessed Country, shall I ever win thy grace?
I have the hope within me to comfort and to bless ?
Shall I ever win the prize itself? O tell me, tell me, Yes!

Exult, O dust and ashes! the Lord shall be thy part:
His only, His for ever, thou shalt be, and thou art!
Exult, O dust and ashes! the Lord shall be thy part:
His only, His for ever, Thou shalt be, and thou art!
Translated by Dr. Neale.