2 Arise, arise, good Christian, Let right to wrong succeed; Let penitential sorrow
To heavenly gladness lead; To light that hath no evening, That knows no moon nor sun, The light so new and golden,
The light that is but one.
3 O Home of fadeless splendor,
Of flowers that fear no thorn,
Where they shall dwell as children
Who here as exiles mourn.
'Midst power that knows no limit,
Where wisdom has no bound,
The beatific vision
Shall glad the saints around.
Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145.
Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818-1866), 1858. Ab. and sl. alt.
And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest.
2 O one, O only mansion,
O paradise of joy,
Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;
The Lamb is all thy splendor,
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise.
3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emerald blaze; The sardius and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays;
Thine ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints built up its fabric,
And the Corner-stone is Christ.
Thou hast no shore, fair ocean;
Thou hast 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.
Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145.
Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale, 1851. Alt.
2 They stand, those halls of Zion,
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 decked in glorious sheen, 3 There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast; And they who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, Forever, and forever,
Are clad in robes of white.
Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145. Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale, 1751. Alt. "Hic breve vivitur."
I 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.
2 And now we fight the battle,
But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting
And passionless renown.
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.
3 The morning shall awaken,
The shadows shall decay,
And each true-hearted servant
Shall shine as doth the day.
There God our King and Portion,
In fulness of His grace,
Shall we behold forever,
And worship face to face.
Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145
Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale, 1851. Alt
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General Ending of the four preceding Hymns.
I O SWEET and blessed country,
The home of God's elect,
O sweet and blessed country
That eager hearts expect:
Jesus, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who art with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.
Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145.
Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale 1851
HENRY JOHN GAUNTLETT (1806-1876), 1872.
I. FROM all Thy saints in war - fare, For all Thy saints at rest,
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