SAFE HOME. H. M.

Sir ARTHUR SULLIVAN (1842- ), 1872.

2 There is a home for weary souls
By sin and sorrow driven;
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,

And all is drear but Heaven.

3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter propects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in Heaven.

4 There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There, rays divine disperse the gloom:
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of Heaven.

Rev. William Bingham Tappan (1794-1849), 1818. Ab.

LUDWIG SPOHR (1784-1859),

Arr. by SAMUEL SEBASTIAN WESLEY (1810-1876),

night and day, Hymn-ing one

the Lamb, once be

slain,

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The Song of the Sealed.

REV. vii. 9-16.

2 These through fiery trials trod;

These from great afflictions came; Now, before the throne of God,

Sealed with His almighty Name; Clad in raiment pure and white,

Victor-palms in every hand, Through their dear Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand.

3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb amidst the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs,
Perfect love dispels all fear,
And forever from their eyes
God shall wipe away the tear.

James Montgomery (1771-1854), 1819, 1833.

ber and keep

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"Hora novissima."

2 Arise, arise, good Christian, Let right to wrong succeed; Let penitential sorrow

To heavenly gladness lead;
To light that hath no evening,
That knows no moon nor sun,
The light so new and golden,
The light that is but one.

3 O Home of fadeless splendor,
Of flowers that fear no thorn,
Where they shall dwell as children
Who here as exiles mourn.
'Midst power that knows no limit,
Where wisdom has no bound,
The beatific vision

Shall glad the saints around.

Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145.

Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818-1866), 1858. Ab. and sl. alt.

And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest.

2 O one, O only mansion,
O paradise of joy,

Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;
The Lamb is all thy splendor,
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction

Thy ransomed people raise.
3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with emerald blaze;
The sardius and the topaz

Unite in thee their rays;
Thine ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints built up its fabric,

And the Corner-stone is Christ.
4 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.

Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145. Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale, 1851. Alt.

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"Urbs Syon aurea."

2 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, 3 There is the throne of David;

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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.
Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145.
Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale, 1851. Alt.
"Hic breve vivitur."

I 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.

2 And now we fight the battle,
But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting

And passionless renown.
But He whom now we trust in
Shall then be seen and known;
And they that know and see Him
Shall have Him for their own.

3 The morning shall awaken,
The shadows shall decay,
And each true-hearted servant
Shall shine as doth the day.
There God our King and Portion,
In fulness of His grace,

Shall we behold forever,

And worship face to face.

Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145 Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale, 1851. Alt

522 General Ending of the four preceding Hymns.

I O SWEET and blessed country,
The home of God's elect,
O sweet and blessed 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.

Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145
Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale, 1851