O What Their Joy and Their Glory Must Be (EN 5866)

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O what their joy and their glory must be,

Those endless Sabbaths the blessed ones see;

Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest;

God shall be all, and in all ever blessed.

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What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne?

What are the peace and the joy that they own?

O that the blessed ones, who in it have share,

All that they feel could as fully declare!

3

Truly, “Jerusalem” name we that shore,

City of peace that brings joy evermore;

Wish and fulfillment are not severed there,

Nor do things prayed for come short of the prayer.

4

There, where no troubles distraction can bring,

We the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing;

While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise

Thy blessed people eternally raise.

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There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o’er,

Those Sabbath keepers have one evermore;

One and unending is that triumph song

Which to the angels and us shall belong.

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Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high,

We for that country must yearn and must sigh;

Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,

Through our long exile on Babylon’s strand.

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Low before Him with our praises we fall,

Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom are all;

Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the Son,

Through Whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One.