I. Founded on the Rock of Ages, Salem, city of the blest, Built of living stones most precious, Vision of eternal rest, Angel hands, in love attending, Thee in bridal robes invest. II. Down from God all new descending Thee our joyful eyes behold, Like a bride adorned for spousals, Decked with radiant wealth untold; All thy streets and walls are fashioned, All are bright with purest gold! III. Gates of pearl, for ever open, Welcome there the loved, the lost; Ransomed by their Saviour’s merits; This the price their freedom cost: City of eternal refuge, Haven of the tempest-tost. IV. Fierce the blow, and firm the pressure, Which hath polished thus each stone: Well the Mastermind hath fitted To his chosen place each one. When the Architect takes reck’ning, He will count the work His Own. V. Glory be to God, the Father; Glory to th’ Eternal Son; Glory to the Blessed Spirit: One in Three, and Three in One. Glory, honour, might, dominion, While eternal ages run. Amen. xx The grand strains seemed to bring assurance of Divine aid to Alfred, and he could but imitate Father Cuthbert, who lifted up his stentorian voice and thundered out in chorus, as they drew near the pilgrims. Here they left the Foss Way for the side road leading to the monastery, now only a short distance from them. CHAPTER XI. THE FLIGHT OF DUNSTAN. It was the day of St. Alban, the protomartyr of England, and the saint was greatly honoured at Glastonbury, where, as we have seen, Dunstan was in residence, and, as a natural consequence, every department of the monastic life was quickened by his presence. The abbey was full of monks who had professed the Benedictine rule, and having but recently been rebuilt, it possessed many improvements hardly yet introduced into English architecture in general. The greater part of the building was of stone, and it was not, in its general features, unlike some of the older colleges at Oxford or Cambridge, although the order of the architecture was, of course, exclusively that of the Saxon period, characterised by the heavy and massive, yet imposing, circular arch. But upon the church or abbey chapel all the skill of the architect had been concentrated, and it seemed worthy alike of its founder and of its object. Seen upon the morning in question, when the bright summer sun filled every corner with gladsome light, just as the long procession of white-robed priests, and monks in their sombre garb, with their hoods thrown back, were entering for high mass, and the choral psalm arose, it was peculiarly imposing.