Universalis

Friday 6 December 2013

Salisbury Cathedral - 5

Here we see another fine house on the Close - a suitable earthly dwelling place for a humble deacon?



Now, a nice hymn as I continue to remember my father in his heavenly dwelling place.

Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation sink heart and voice oppressed.
I know not, O I know not, what joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory, what bliss beyond compare.

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 blessèd 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,
Forever and forever are clad in robes of white.

O sweet and blessèd country, the home of God’s elect!
O sweet and blessèd 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 blessed.


2 comments:

Oliver Nicholson said...

Exult of dust and ashes
The Lord shall be thy part.
His only, his for ever
Thou shalt be and thou art.

Peter Simpson said...

I'm afraid I take the lazy way out with these hymns. I do a Google search for the words and copy and paste whatever comes up. It is not always the version of the hymn that I would choose!