Text 1Jerusalem the golden,With milk and honey blest,Beneath thy contemplationSink heart and voice oppressed.I know not, O I know notWhat holy joys are there;What radiancy of glory,What bliss beyond compare. 2They stand, those hall 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…
Tag: bernard of cluny
Text 1For thee, O dear country,Mine eyes their vigils keep;For very love beholdingThy holy name, they weep. 2O one, O only mansion!O Paradise of joy!Where tears are ever banish’dAnd smiles have no alloy; 3With jasper glow thy bulwarks,Thy streets with emeralds blaze;The sardius and the topazUnite in thee their rays; 4The cross is all thy…