3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, They build thy holy tower; To that dear land of rest; ST. BERNARD OF CLUNY, 1145; 513 BEULAH. 1 There is a land of pure de-light, Where saints im -mortal reign; Eternal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. A-men. When shall my labours have an end In joy, and peace, and thee? Amen. dd dd dddd dddd 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, 3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes 4 Why should I shrink from pain and woe, I've Canaan's goodly land in view, 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there 6 Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see. JOSEPH BROMEHEAD, 1795, based on "F. B. P.," 1583. Alternative Tune, JERUSALEM, No. 510 1. And ever last - ing light Its glory throws a round. dddd 188 A-men. 2 There is a land of peace: Ten thousand saints adore 3 O joy all joys beyond, To see the Lamb Who died, And count each sacred wound In hands, and feet, and side! To give to Him the praise Of every triumph won, The great things He hath done! In uncomplaining love! HENRY W. BAKER, 1861. |