72 JERUSALEM, my happy home, Name ever dear to me, When shall my labours have an end When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And streets of shining gold? Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand; Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still longs for thee; 73 ERUSALEM the golden, What bliss beyond compare. They stand, those halls of Sion, 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, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. 74 PRAISE to the Holiest in the height, In all His words most wonderful, O loving wisdom of our God! O wisest love! that flesh and blood, Should strive afresh against the foe, O generous love! that He, Who smote The double agony in man For man should undergo; And in the garden secretly, And on the Cross on high, Should teach His brethren and inspire To suffer and to die. Praise to the Holiest in the height 75 GR RACIOUS Spirit, Holy Ghost, Taught by Thee, we covet most Of Thy gifts at Pentecost Holy, heavenly Love. Faith, that mountains could remove, Love is kind, and suffers long, Prophecy will fade away, Melting in the light of day; Faith and Hope and Love we see 76 ORD of Love, Whose words have taught us Lord of Love, Whose deeds have brought us Charity, that ever bindeth Mortal men with cords of love; Charity, that still remindeth Earthly souls of heaven above; Charity, the Spirit's token, Sinners have received of Thee: He whom Jesus loved hath spoken, God Himself is Charity. |