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Hills of the North, Rejoice

Author: Charles E. Oakley Hymnal: The Hymnbook #478 (1955) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Topics: Church, The Church Triumphant Lyrics: 1 Hills of the North, rejoice; River and mountain spring, Hark to the advent voice; Valley and low land, sing; Though absent long, your Lord is nigh; He judgment brings and victory. 2 Isles of the Southern seas, Deep in your coral caves Pent be each warring breeze, Lulled be your restless waves: He comes to reign with boundless sway, And makes your wastes His great highway. 3 Lands of the East, awake, Soon shall your sons be free; The sleep of ages break, And rise to liberty. On your far hills, long cold and gray, Has dawned the everlasting day. 4 Shores of the utmost West, Ye that have waited long, Unvisited, unblest, Break forth to swelling song; High raise the note, that Jesus died, Yet lives and reigns, the Crucified. 5 Shout, while ye journey home; Songs be in every mouth; Lo, from the North we come, From East, and West, and South. City of God, the bond are free, We come to live and reign in thee! Amen. Scripture: Psalm 2:8 Tune Title: LITTLE CORNARD
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Light's abode, celestial Salem

Author: St. Thomas a Kempis, 1379-1471; John Mason Neale Hymnal: The Hymnal #507 (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: The Church Triumphant Lyrics: Light's abode, celestial Salem, Vision whence true peace doth spring, Brighter than the heart can fancy, Mansion of the highest King; O how glorious are the praises Which of thee the prophets sing! There for ever and for ever Alleluia is outpoured; For unending, for unbroken Is the feast-day of the Lord; All is pure and all is holy That within thy walls is stored. 462 There no cloud nor passing vapour Dims the brightness of the air; Endless noonday, glorious noonday, From the Sun of suns is there; There no night brings rest from labour, For unknown are toil and care. O how glorious and resplendent, Fragile body, shalt thou be, When endued with so much beauty, Full of health, and strong, and free, Full of vigour, full of pleasure That shall last eternally! Now with gladness, now with courage, Bear the burden on thee laid, That hereafter these thy labours May with endless gifts be paid, And in everlasting glory Thou with brightness be arrayed. Laud and honor to the Father, Laud and honor to the Son, Laud and honor to the Spirit, Ever Three, and ever One, Consubstantial, Co-eternal, While unending ages run. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: REGENT SQUARE
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Blessed city, heavenly Salem

Author: John Mason Neale Hymnal: The Hymnal #508a (1916) Topics: The Church Triumphant Lyrics: Blessed city, heavenly Salem, Vision dear of peace and love, Who of living stones art builded In the height of heav'n above, And, with angel hosts encircled, As a bride dost earthward move; 463 From celestial realms descending, Bridal glory round thee shed, Meet for him whose love espoused thee, To thy Lord shalt thou be led; All thy streets and all thy bulwarks Of pure gold are fashionèd. Bright thy gates of pearl are shining, They are open evermore; And by virtue of his merits Thither faithful souls do soar, Who, for Christ's dear Name, in this world Pain and tribulation bore. Many a blow and biting sculpture Polished well those stones elect, In their places now compacted By the heavenly Architect, Who therewith hath willed for ever That his palace should be decked. Laud and honour to the Father, Laud and honour to the Son, Laud and honour to the Spirit, Ever Three, and ever One, Consubstantial, Co-eternal, While unending ages run. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: URBS BEATA
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Blessed city, heavenly Salem

Author: John Mason Neale Hymnal: The Hymnal #508b (1916) Topics: The Church Triumphant Lyrics: Blessed city, heavenly Salem, Vision dear of peace and love, Who of living stones art builded In the height of heav'n above, And, with angel hosts encircled, As a bride dost earthward move; 463 From celestial realms descending, Bridal glory round thee shed, Meet for him whose love espoused thee, To thy Lord shalt thou be led; All thy streets and all thy bulwarks Of pure gold are fashionèd. Bright thy gates of pearl are shining, They are open evermore; And by virtue of his merits Thither faithful souls do soar, Who, for Christ's dear Name, in this world Pain and tribulation bore. Many a blow and biting sculpture Polished well those stones elect, In their places now compacted By the heavenly Architect, Who therewith hath willed for ever That his palace should be decked. Laud and honour to the Father, Laud and honour to the Son, Laud and honour to the Spirit, Ever Three, and ever One, Consubstantial, Co-eternal, While unending ages run. Amen. Tune Title: ORIEL
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O Heavenly Jerusalem

Author: Isaac Williams Hymnal: The Hymnal #509a (1916) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Topics: The Church Triumphant Lyrics: O Heavenly Jerusalem, Of everlasting halls, Thrice blessèd are the people Thou storest in thy walls. Thou art the golden mansion, Where saints for ever sing, The seat of God's own chosen, The palace of the King. 464 There God for ever sitteth, Himself of all the crown; The Lamb, the Light that shineth, And never goeth down. Naught to this seat approacheth Their sweet peace to molest; They sing their God for ever, Nor day nor night they rest. Sure hope doth thither lead us; Our longings thither tend; May shortlived toil ne'er daunt us For joys that cannot end. To Christ, the Sun that lightens His Church above, below; To Father, and to Spirit All things created bow. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ALPHEGE
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O Heavenly Jerusalem

Author: Isaac Williams Hymnal: The Hymnal #509b (1916) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: The Church Triumphant Lyrics: O Heavenly Jerusalem, Of everlasting halls, Thrice blessèd are the people Thou storest in thy walls. Thou art the golden mansion, Where saints for ever sing, The seat of God's own chosen, The palace of the King. 464 There God for ever sitteth, Himself of all the crown; The Lamb, the Light that shineth, And never goeth down. Naught to this seat approacheth Their sweet peace to molest; They sing their God for ever, Nor day nor night they rest. Sure hope doth thither lead us; Our longings thither tend; May shortlived toil ne'er daunt us For joys that cannot end. To Christ, the Sun that lightens His Church above, below; To Father, and to Spirit All things created bow. Amen. Tune Title: ALL HALLOWS
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O mother dear, Jerusalem

Author: "F. B. P." Hymnal: The Hymnal #510a (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Church Triumphant Lyrics: O mother dear, Jerusalem, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbour of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow can be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun; For God himself gives light. 465 O my sweet home, Jerusalem, Thy joys when shall I see? The King that sitteth on thy throne In his felicity? Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. Right through thy streets, with silver sound, The living waters flow, And on the banks, on either side, The trees of life do grow. Those trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring: There evermore the angels are And evermore do sing. Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! Languages: English Tune Title: JERUSALEM
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O mother dear, Jerusalem

Author: "F. B. P." Hymnal: The Hymnal #510b (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: The Church Triumphant Lyrics: O mother dear, Jerusalem, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbour of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow can be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun; For God himself gives light. 465 O my sweet home, Jerusalem, Thy joys when shall I see? The King that sitteth on thy throne In his felicity? Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. Right through thy streets, with silver sound, The living waters flow, And on the banks, on either side, The trees of life do grow. Those trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring: There evermore the angels are And evermore do sing. Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! Tune Title: MATERNA
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Jerusalem the golden!

Author: St. Bernard of Cluny; John Mason Neale Hymnal: The Hymnal #511 (1916) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: The Church Triumphant Lyrics: Jerusalem the golden! With milk and honey blest; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, O I know not, What joys await us there! What radiancy of glory! What bliss beyond compare! 466 They stand, those halls of Sion, 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, For ever and for ever 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 blest. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: EWING
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For thee, O dear, dear country

Author: St. Bernard of Cluny; John Mason Neale Hymnal: The Hymnal #512a (1916) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: The Church Triumphant Lyrics: For thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love beholding Thy holy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. 467 O one, O only mansion! O Paradise of joy! Where tears are ever banished And smiles have no alloy; Thy loveliness oppresses All human thought and heart, And none, O Peace, O Sion, Can sing thee as thou art. With jasper glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze; The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays; Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; The saints build up thy fabric, And the corner-stone is Christ. The cross is all thy splendour, The Crucified thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise: Upon the Rock of Ages They build thy holy tower; Thine is the victor's laurel, And thine the golden dower. 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 blest. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: HOMELAND

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