To His own Jerusalem, Old Judea’s brightest gem; To the hill of Jebus, see, King Messiah, cometh He; With His cross to bless and save, With His cross to spoil the grave. Earth is fleeing, fleeing fast, And its beauty fades at last; O belovèd, then, awake, Bonds of carnal slumber break; Wake, belovèd, watch and pray While remains one hour of day! Death, it cometh; oh beware! Judgement cometh; oh prepare! Steadfast, steadfast let us stand, For the Judge is nigh at hand: Steadfast let us rest each night, Steadfast wake at morning light. Glory, glory, glory be, Gracious God and Lord, to Thee! To the Father and the Son, To the Spirit, Three in One: Thus we now Thy mercy praise, Thus through everlasting days. In the new and revised edition of _Church Hymns_, there is a translation by the Rev. R. M. Moorsom of an anonymous Syriac hymn, which is one of two placed under the heading, ‘The National Church.’ His the glory, His the honour, High and low, recount His praise; Tell it out among the nations, How the Christ in ancient days Left His home, His Father’s side, Sought, and found, and won His Bride. In the far-off land He found her, And she gave to Him her heart, For His love is everlasting, That nor life nor death can part; There, to win her troth, He died, There, for her, was crucified. Oh, our King! fulfil Thy promise, Bring her where no taint of sin, Where no sadness and no blemish, Where no stain can enter in; Keep her ever at Thy side, Bring her home, Thy faithful Bride. Perfect then, Thy new creation, With the grace that shall endure, E’en amid temptation growing Still more stately and more pure; Till by sorrow sanctified, She becomes Thy holy Bride. Peace be hers within her temples; Strength be hers, her walls to guard; May her holiness and beauty By no evil thing be marred; Through all peril, Saviour, guide To Thy heaven Thy crownèd Bride. 2. _Greek._—What is often called the first Christian hymn is found in the _Paedagogus_, or _Tutor_, of St. Clement of Alexandria (d. _cir._ 212). It has been translated into English by many writers. Dean Plumptre’s version is the best known. At the end of his treatise Clement ‘burst out into a kind of choral, dithyrambic ode, in anapæstic metre, the lines very short and abrupt, and the whole being more exclamatory and fervid than most later hymns.’