5. Why should I shrink from pain and woe Or feel at death dismay? I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view And realms of endless day. 6. Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Savior stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. From an ancient hymn, anon., 1801. 559 10, 6, 10, 6, 7, 6, 7, 6 Jerusalem, thou city fair and high, Would God I were in thee! My longing heart fain, fain to thee would fly, It will not stay with me; Far over vale and mountain, Far over field and plain, It hastes to seek its Fountain And quit this world of pain. 2. O happy day, and yet far happier hour, When wilt thou come at last, When fearless to my Father’s love and power, Whose promise standeth fast, My soul I gladly render? For surely will His hand Lead her, with guidance tender, To heaven, her fatherland. 3. A moment’s space, and gently, wondrously, Released from earthly ties, Elijah’s chariot bears her up to thee, Through all these lower skies To yonder shining regions, While down to meet her come The blessed angel legions And bid her welcome home. 4. O Zion, hail! Bright city, now unfold The gates of grace to me! How many a time I longed for thee of old, Ere yet I was set free From yon dark life of sadness, Yon world of shadowy naught, And God had given the gladness, The heritage I sought. 5. O what the tribe, or what the glorious host, Comes sweeping swiftly down? The chosen ones on earth who wrought the most, The Church’s brightest crown, Our Lord hath sent to meet me, As in the far-off years Their words oft came to greet me In yonder land of tears. 6. The patriarchs’ and prophets’ noble train, With all Christ’s followers true, Who bore the cross and could the worst disdain That tyrants dared to do, I see them shine forever, All glorious as the sun, Mid light that fadeth never, Their perfect freedom won. 7. And when within that lovely paradise At last I safely dwell, From out my soul what songs of bliss shall rise, What joy my lips shall tell, While holy saints are singing Hosannas o’er and o’er, Pure hallelujahs ringing Around me evermore! 8. Innumerous choirs before the shining throne Their joyful anthems raise, Till heaven’s glad halls are echoing with the tone Of that great hymn of praise, And all its host rejoices, And all its blessed throng Unite their myriad voices In one eternal song. J. M. Meyfart, 1626; C. Winkworth, tr., a. 560 C. M.