"At Jerusalem, Jordan and Galilee, Wherever Saint John came to baptize, His words with Isaiah's words agree. On Jesus he lifted up his eyes, Speaking of Him this prophecy: 'Behold the Lamb of God!' he cries: 'Who bears the world's sins, this is He! The guilt of all upon Him lies, Though He wrought evil in no wise. The branches springing from that stem Who can recount? 'T is He who dies For our sake in Jerusalem.'" "In Jerusalem my Lover sweet Twice as a lamb did thus appear, Even as the prophets both repeat, So meek the mien that He did wear; The third time also, as is meet, In the Revelation is written clear. Reading a book on His high seat Midmost the throne that saints ensphere, The Apostle John beheld Him near; That book seven sacred seals begem; And at that sight all folk felt fear In hell, in earth and Jerusalem." XV This Jerusalem Lamb had never stain Of other hue than perfect white, That showeth neither streak nor strain Of soil, but is like wool to sight; And souls that free of sin remain The Lamb receiveth with delight; And, though each day a group we gain, There comes no strife for room nor right, Nor rivalry our bliss to blight. The more the merrier, I profess. In company our love grows bright, In honour more and never less. "Lessening of bliss no comer brings To us who bear this pearl at breast; Nor show they flaws nor tarnishings Who wear such pure pearls like a crest. Though round our corpses the clay clings, And though ye mourn us without rest, Knowledge have we of goodly things. Through the first death our hope we test; Grief goes; at each mass we are blest By the Lamb Who gives us happiness; The bliss of each is bright and best, And no one's honour is the less." "That thou my tale the less may doubt, In the Revelation 'tis told, and more: 'I saw,' says John, 'a goodly rout The hill of Zion covering o'er, The Lamb, with maidens round about, An hundred thousand and forty and four, And each brow, fairly written out, The Lamb's name and His Father's bore. Then a sound from heaven I heard outpour, As streams, full laden, foam and press, Or as thunders among dark crags roar, The tumult was, and nothing less." "'Nathless, though high that shout might ring, And loud the voices sounding near, A strain full new I heard them sing, And sweet and strange it was to hear. Like harper's hands upon the string Was that new song they sang so clear; The noble notes went vibrating, And gentle words came to my ear. Close by God's throne, without one fear, Where the four beasts His power confess, And the elders stand so grave of cheer, They sang their new song, none the less."