637 Atthe entrance into the Choir. G. Tersteegen, 1697–1769.

Gott ist gegenwärtig.

O! God is here! let us adore

Lo

Tr. J. Wesley.

And own how dreadful is this place!
Let all within us feel his power,

And silent bow before his face,

Who know his power, his grace who prove,
Serve him with awe, with reverence love.
2. Lo! God is here! Him day and night
The united choirs of Angels sing;
To him, enthroned above all height,

Heaven's hosts their noblest praises bring;
To thee may all our thoughts arise
Ceaseless, accepted Sacrifice.

At the Sanctuary step.

V. Let thy priests be clothed with righteousness. R. And let thy saints sing with joyfulness.

Collect for St. Simon and St. Jude.

PROCESSION FOR ANY SAINT'S DAY.

638

F. B. P. (c. 1580). Based on St. Augustine.
ERUSALEM, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?

JER

When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2 O happy harbour of the Saints!
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow may be found,
No grief, no care, no toil.

3 In thee no sickness may be seen,
No hurt, no ache, no sore;

In thee there is no dread of death,
But life for evermore.

4 No dampish mist is seen in thee,
No cold nor darksome night;

There every soul shines as the sun;
There God himself gives light.
5 There lust and lucre cannot dwell;
There envy bears no sway;
There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,
But pleasure every way.

6 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

God grant I once may see
Thy endless joys, and of the same
Partaker ay may be !

7 Thy walls are made of precious stones,
Thy bulwarks diamonds square;
Thy gates are of right orient pearl ;
Exceeding rich and rare;

8* Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
With carbuncles do shine;

Thy very streets are paved with gold,
Surpassing clear and fine;

9* Thy houses are of ivory,

Thy windows crystal clear;
Thy tiles are made of beaten gold-
Ŏ God that I were there!

10* Within thy gates no thing doth come
That is not passing clean,

No spider's web, no dirt, no dust,
No filth may there be seen.

11 Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem,
Would God I were in thee !
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see!

Part 2.

(If sung separately, may begin with ver. 1.) 12 Thy Saints are crowned with glory great; They see God face to face;

They triumph still, they still rejoice :
Most happy is their case.

13 We that are here in banishment,
Continually do mourn;

We sigh and sob, we weep and wail,
Perpetually we groan.

14 Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall,
Our pleasure is but pain,

Our joys scarce last the looking on,
Our sorrows still remain.“

15 But there they live in such delight,
Such pleasure and such play,
As that to them a thousand years
Doth seem as yesterday.

16* Thy vineyards and thy orchards are
Most beautiful and fair,

Full furnished with trees and fruits,
Most wonderful and rare;

17* Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
Continually are green;

There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.

18* There's nectar and ambrosia made,
There's musk and civet sweet;

There many a fair and dainty drug
Is trodden under feet.

19* There cinnamon, there sugar grows,
There nard and balm abound;
What tongue can tell, or heart conceive,
The joys that there are found!
(This Part may conclude with ver. 26.)

Part 3.

(If sung separately, may begin with ver. 1.) 20 Quite through the streets with silver sound The flood of life doth flow,

Upon whose banks on every side
The wood of life doth grow,

21 There trees for evermore bear fruit,
And evermore do spring;

There evermore the Angels sit,

And evermore do sing;

22 There David stands with harp in hand
As master of the choir:

Ten thousand times that man were blest
That might this music hear.

23 Our Lady sings Magnificat

With tune surpassing sweet;
And all the Virgins bear their parts,
Sitting about her feet.

24 Te Deum doth Saint Ambrose sing,
Saint Austin doth the like;

Old Simeon and Zachary

Have not their songs to seek.

25 There Magdalene hath left her moan,
And cheerfully doth sing
With blessed Saints, whose harmony
In every street doth ring.
26. Jerusalem, my happy home,

Would God I were in thee!

Would God my woes were at an end
Thy joys that I might see!

If the starred verses are omitted, Parts 1 and 2 together will form a Procession of average length; or either Part separately will form a short Hymn suitable for general use.

For Festivals of St. Mary the Virgin the following is also suitable:

218 Ye who own the faith of Jesus.
For other Saints'-days:

200 Joy and triumph everlasting.
252 Our Father's home eternal.
641 For all the Saints.

For Michaelmas.

245 Stars of the morning.

639

At the entrance into the Choir. C. Wesley, 1707-88.
THE Church triumphant in thy love,
Their mighty joys we know,

They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.

2 Thee in thy glorious realm they praise,
And bow before thy throne;
We in the kingdom of thy grace :
The kingdoms are but one.

3. The holy to the holiest leads,
From hence our spirits rise,
And he that in thy statutes treads
Shall meet thee in the skies.

640 Or this, on festivals of St. Mary the Virgin.

Bishop R. Heber, 1783-1826. IRGIN-BORN, we bow before thee:

Mary, Mother meek and mild,

Blessed was she in her Child.

Blessed was the breast that fed thee;
Blessed was the hand that led thee;
Blessed was the parent's eye
That watched thy slumbering infancy.

2. Blessed she by all creation,

Who brought forth the world's salvation,
And blessed they-for ever blest,

Who love thee most and serve thee best.

Virgin-born, we bow before thee:
Blessed was the womb that bore thee;
Mary, Mother meek and mild,
Blessed was she in her Child.

At the Sanctuary step.

V. Be glad, O ye righteous, and rejoice in the Lord. R. And be joyful, all ye that are true of heart.

Collect for All Saints' Day.