O Mother Dear, Jerusalem!: The Old Hymn, Its Origin and Genealogy

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William Cowper Prime
A.D.F. Randolph, 1867 - 78 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 106 - Jerusalem, my happy home, Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labours have an end, In joy and peace and thee...
الصفحة 75 - 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. 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.
الصفحة 109 - JERUSALEM ! my happy home ! Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labours have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee...
الصفحة 107 - Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see.
الصفحة 68 - 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.
الصفحة 74 - Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation sink heart and voice oppressed : I know not, OI know not, what social joys are there ! What radiancy of glory, what light beyond compare...
الصفحة 63 - THE world is very evil, The times are waxing late : Be sober and keep vigil, The Judge is at the gate; The Judge that comes in mercy, The Judge that comes with might, To terminate the evil, To diadem the right.
الصفحة 73 - 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!
الصفحة 72 - For thee, O dear, dear Country ! Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep : The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. O one, O onely Mansion ! O Paradise of Joy ! Where tears are ever banished, And smiles have no alloy; Beside thy living waters All plants are, great and small...
الصفحة 35 - JERUSALEM, my happy home, •*• * When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see...

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