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 And there the Sole-Begotten Is in regal state; He, Judah's mystic Lion, He, Lamb Immaculate. O fields that know no sorrow! O state that fears no strife! O princely bow'rs! O land of flow'rs! O realm and home of Life!

Jerusalem, exulting On that securest shore, I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, And love thee evermore! I ask not for my merit: I seek not to deny My merit is destruction, A child of wrath am I: But yet with Faith I venture And Hope upon my way; For those perennial guerdons I labour night and day. The Best and Dearest Who made me and who saved, Bore with me in defilement, And from defilement laved: When in His strength I struggle, For very joy I leap,