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XXXVIITHE CITY OF GOD
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XXXVII
THE CITY OF GOD
δου γαρ, η βασιλεια του Θεου εντος υμων εστ..
O thou not made with hands,
Not throned above the skies,
Nor wall'd with shining walls,
Nor framed with stones of price,
More bright than gold or gem
God's own Jerusalem!
Not throned above the skies,
Nor wall'd with shining walls,
Nor framed with stones of price,
More bright than gold or gem
God's own Jerusalem!
Not ours the City flash'd
On that Apostle lone,
Bride-like sent down from Heaven,
Where God hath set His throne;
Where Angels in His praise
The victory song upraise.
On that Apostle lone,
Bride-like sent down from Heaven,
Where God hath set His throne;
Where Angels in His praise
The victory song upraise.
Glorious with white-robed souls,
That other vision fair
For our sin-weaken'd hearts
Is all too bright to share;
That home of Saints yet lies
Hid from our longing eyes.
That other vision fair
For our sin-weaken'd hearts
Is all too bright to share;
That home of Saints yet lies
Hid from our longing eyes.
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Thou art where'er the proud,
City of God! bow down;
Where self itself yields up;
Where martyrs win their crown;
Where faithful souls possess
Themselves in perfect peace.
City of God! bow down;
Where self itself yields up;
Where martyrs win their crown;
Where faithful souls possess
Themselves in perfect peace.
Where'er the gentle heart
Finds courage from above;
Where'er the heart forsook
Warms with the breath of love;
Where faith bids fear depart,
City of God! thou art.
Finds courage from above;
Where'er the heart forsook
Warms with the breath of love;
Where faith bids fear depart,
City of God! thou art.
Where in life's common ways
With cheerful feet we go;
When in His steps we tread
Who trod the way of woe;
Where He is in the heart
City of God! thou art.
With cheerful feet we go;
When in His steps we tread
Who trod the way of woe;
Where He is in the heart
City of God! thou art.
Not throned above the skies,
Nor golden-wall'd afar,
But where Christ's two or three
In His name gather'd are,
Be in the midst of them,
God's own Jerusalem!
Nor golden-wall'd afar,
But where Christ's two or three
In His name gather'd are,
Be in the midst of them,
God's own Jerusalem!
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