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O what their joys and their glory must be
Author: Peter Abelard, 1079-1142; J. M. Neale, 1818-1866 Hymnal: Common Praise #225 (2000) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Scripture: Psalm 137:1-3 Lyrics: 1 O what their joy and their glory must be,
those endless sabbaths the blessèd ones see;
crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest;
God shall be all, and in all ever blest.
*2 What are the Monarch, his court, and his throne?
What are the peace and the joy that they own?
Tell us, ye blest ones, who in it have share,
if what ye feel ye can fully declare.
3 Truly Jerusalem name we that shore,
'Vision of peace,' that brings joy evermore.
Wish and fulfilment can severed be ne'er,
nor the things prayed for come short of the prayer.
*4 There, where no troubles distraction can bring,
we the sweet anthems of Sion shall sing,
while for thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise
thy blessèd people eternally raise.
5 There dawns no sabbath, no sabbath is o’er,
those sabbath-keepers have one and no more;
one and unending is that triumph-song
which to the angels and us shall belong.
6 Now in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high,
we for that country must yearn and must sigh;
seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,
through our long exile on Babylon’s strand.
7 Low before him with our praises we fall,
of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all:
of whom, the Father; and in whom, the Son;
through whom, the Spirit, with them ever One. Topics: Saints; Proper 14 Year C Languages: English Tune Title: O QUANTA QUALIA (REGNATOR ORBIS)
O what their joys and their glory must be
O What Their Joy and Their Glory Must Be
Author: Peter Abelard (1079-1142); John Mason Neale (1818-1866) Hymnal: Common Praise (1998) #275 (1998) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Scripture: Psalm 137:1-6 Lyrics: 1 O what their joy and their glory must be,
those endless sabbaths the blessed ones see:
crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest:
God shall be all and in all ever blest.
2 What are the monarch, the court, and the throne?
What are the peace and the joy that they own?
O that the blest ones, who in it have share,
all that they feel could as fully declare!
3 Truly Jerusalem name we that shore,
vision of peace, that brings joy evermore;
wish and fulfillment can be severed ne'er,
nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer.
4 There, where no troubles distraction can bring,
we the sweet anthems of Sion shall sing,
while for thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise
thy blessed people eternally raise.
5 Now, in the meantime, with hearts raised on high,
we for that country must yearn and must sigh,
seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,
through our long exile on Babylon's strand.
6 Low before God with our praises we fall,
of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all;
praise to the Father, and praise to the Son,
praise to the Spirit, with them ever one. Topics: Communion of Saints Languages: English Tune Title: O QUANTA QUALIA
O What Their Joy and Their Glory Must Be
O what their joy and their glory must be
Author: Peter Abelard, 1079-1142; John Mason Neale, 1818-1866 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #550 (2000) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Scripture: Psalm 137 Lyrics: 1 O what their joy and their glory must be,
those endless sabbaths the blesséd ones see;
crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest;
God shall be all, and in all ever blest.
2 What are the Monarch, his court, and his throne?
What are the peace and the joy that they own?
O that the blest ones, who in it have share,
all that they feel could as fully declare.
3 Truly Jerusalem name we that shore,
'Vision of peace', that brings joy evermore.
Wish and fufilment can severed be ne'er,
nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer.
4 There, where no troubles distraction can bring,
we the sweet anthems of Sion shall sing,
while for thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise
thy blesséd people eternally raise.
5 There dawns no sabbath, no sabbath is o'er,
those sabbath-keepers have one evermore;
one and unending is that triumph-song
which to the angels and us shall belong.
6 Now in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high,
we for that country must yearn and must sigh;
seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,
through our long exile on Babylon's strand.
7 Low before him with our praises we fall,
of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all;
of whom, the Father; and in whom, the Son;
through whom, the Spirit, with them ever One. Topics: All Saints; Funerals Languages: English Tune Title: O QUANTA QUALIA
O what their joy and their glory must be
O What Their Joy and Their Glory Must Be
Author: Peter Abelard; J. M. Neale Hymnal: Rejoice in the Lord #583 (1985) Meter: 11.10.11.10 Scripture: Psalm 137:1 Lyrics: 1 O what their joy and their glory must be,
those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see!
Crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest:
God shall be all, and in all ever blest.
2 Truly Jerusalem name we that shore:
"Vision of peace" that brings joy evermore!
Wish and fulfillment can severed be ne'er,
nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer.
3 We, where no troubles distraction can bring,
safely the anthems of Zion shall sing;
while for thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise
thy blessèd people evermore raise.
4 Now, in the meantime, with hearts raised on high,
we for that country must yearn and must sigh,
seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,
through our long exile on Babylon's strand.
5 Low before him with our praises we fall,
of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all:
of whom, the Father, and through whom, the Son,
in whom, the Spirit, with these ever One.
Topics: Funerals Languages: English Tune Title: O QUANTA QUALIA
O What Their Joy and Their Glory Must Be
Alleluia, Song of Gladness
Author: John M. Neale, 1818-1866 Hymnal: Worship (3rd ed.) #413 (1986) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Scripture: Psalm 137 Lyrics: 1 Alleluia, song of gladness, voice of joy that cannot die;
Alleluia is the anthem ever dear to choirs on high;
In the house of God abiding thus they sing eternally.
2 Alleluia, now resounding, true Jerusalem and free;
Alleluia, joyful mother, all your children sing with glee;
But by Babylon's sad waters mourning exiles now are we.
3 Alleluia we deserve not here to chant for evermore,
Alleluia our transgressions make us for a while give o'er;
For the holy time is coming bidding us our sins deplore.
4 Therefore in our hymns we now pray, grant us, blessed Trinity,
At the last to keep you, Easter, in our home beyond he sky;
There to you for ever singing Alleluia joyfully. Topics: Sunday Before Lent; Exile; Freedom; Heaven; Joy; Repentance Languages: English Tune Title: DULCE CARMEN
Alleluia, Song of Gladness
Alleluia, Song of Gladness
Author: John Mason Neale, 1818-66 Hymnal: Lutheran Service Book #417 (2006) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Scripture: Psalm 137:1-6 Lyrics: 1 Alleluia, song of gladness,
Voice of joy that cannot die;
Alleluia is the anthem
Ever raised by choirs on high;
In the house of God abiding
Thus they sing eternally.
2 Alleluia, thou resoundest,
True Jerusalem and free;
Alleluia, joyful mother,
All thy children sing with thee,
But by Babylon's sad waters
Mourning exiles now are we.
3 Alleluia cannot always
Be our song while here below;
Alleluia, our transgressions
Make us for a while for-go;
For the solemn time is coming
When our tears for sin must flow.
4 Therefore in our hymns we pray Thee,
Grant us, blessed Trinity,
At the last to keep Thine Easter
With Thy faithful saints on high;
There to Thee for ever singing
Alleluia joyfully.
Languages: English Tune Title: LAUDA ANIMA
Alleluia, Song of Gladness
Alleluia, Song of Gladness
Author: John M. Neale, 1818-66 Hymnal: Hymnal Supplement 98 #819 (1998) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Scripture: Psalm 137:1-6 Lyrics: 1 Alleluia, song of gladness,
Voice of joy that cannot die;
Alleluia is the anthem
Ever raised by choirs on high;
In the house of God abiding
Thus they sing eternally.
2 Alleluia, thou resoundest,
True Jerusalem and free;
Alleluia, joyful mother,
All thy children sing with thee,
But by Babylon's sad waters
Mourning exiles now are we.
3 Alleluia cannot always
Be our song while here below;
Alleluia, our transgressions
Make us for a while forego;
For the solemn time is coming
When our tears for sin must flow.
4 Therefore in our hymns we pray Thee,
Grant us, blessed Trinity,
At the last to keep Thine Easter
With Thy faithful saints on high;
There to Thee forever singing
Alleluia joyfully. Topics: Transfiguration Languages: English Tune Title: LAUDA ANIMA (PRAISE, MY SOUL)
Alleluia, Song of Gladness
When we, our weary'd Limbs to rest
Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #CXXXVII (1760) Scripture: Psalm 137 Lyrics: 1 When we, our weary'd Limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates Stream,
We wept, with doleful Thoughts opprest,
And Sion was our mournful Theme.
2 Our Harps, that when with Joy we sung
Were wont their tuneful Parts to bear,
With silent Strings neglected hung
On Willow-tress that wither'd there.
3 Mean while our Foes, who all conspir'd
To triumph in our slavish Wrongs,
Musick and Mirth of us requir'd,
"Come, sing us one of Sion's Songs."
4 How shall we tun our Voice to sing?
Or touch our Harps with skilful Hands?
Shall Hymns of Joy to God our King
Be sung by Slaves in foreign lands?
5 O Salem, our once happy Seat!
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling Hand forget
The speaking Strings with Art to move!
6 If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal Silence seize my Tongue;
Or if I sing one chearful Air,
'Till thy Deliv'rance is my Song!
7 Remember, Lord, how Edom's Race,
In thy own City's fatal Day,
Cry'd out, "Her stately Wills deface,
"And with the Ground quite level lay."
8 Proud Babel's Daughter, doom'd to be
Of Grief and Woe the wretched Prey,
Bless'd is the Man, who shall to thee
The Wrongs thou laid'st on us, repay.
9 Thrice bless'd, who with just Rage possest,
And deaf to all the Parents Moans,
Shall snatch thy Infants from the Breast,
And dash their Heads against the Stones.
Languages: English
When we, our weary'd Limbs to rest
When we, our wearied Lmbs to rest
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXXXVII (1767) Scripture: Psalm 137 Lyrics: 1 When we, our wearied Limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates Stream,
We wept, with doleful Thoughts oppress'd,
And Sion was our mournful Theme;
Our Harps, that when with Joy we sung,
Were wont their tuneful Parts to bear,
With silent Strings neglected hung,
On Willow-Tress that wither'd there.
2 Mean while our Foes, who all conspir'd
To triumph in our slavish Wrongs,
Music and Mirth of us requir'd,
"Come, sing us one of Sion's Songs."
How shall we tun our Voice to sing?
Or touch our Harps with skilful Hands?
Shall Hymns of Joy to GOD our King,
Be sung by Slaves in foreign Lands?
3 O Salem, our once happy Seat!
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling Hand forget,
The speaking Strings with Art to move.
If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal Silence seize my Tongue.
Or if I sing one chearful Aire,
'Till thy Deliv'rance is my Song.
4 Remember, LORD, how Edom's Race,
In thy own City's fatal Day,
Cry'd out, "Her stately Wills deface,
"And with the Ground quite level lay."
Proud Babel's Daughter, doom'd to be
Of Grief and Woe the wretched Prey,
Bless'd is the Man, who shall to thee,
The Wrongs thou laid'st on us, repay.
5 Thrice bless'd, who with just Rage possess'd,
And deaf to all the Parents Moans,
Shall snatch thy Infants from the Breast,
And dash their Heads against the Stones. Topics: Prayers Of the Church for her Deliverance in Persecution; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch; Soul's Desire Of Believers Languages: English Tune Title: [When we, our wearied Limbs to rest]
When we, our wearied Lmbs to rest
When we, our weary limbs to rest
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CXXXVII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 137 Lyrics: 1 When we, our wearied limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream,
We wept, with doleful thoughts opprest,
And Zion was our mournful theme.
2 Our harps, that, when with joy we sung,
Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
With silent strings neglected hung,
On willow trees that wither'd there.
3 Meanwhile our foes, who all conspir'd
To triumph in our slavish wrongs,
Music and mirth of us requir'd,
"Come, sing us one of Zion's songs."
4 How shall we tune our voice to sing,
Or touch our Harps with skilful hands?
Shall hymns of joy to God, our King,
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands?
5 O Salem, our once happy seat!
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget
The speaking strings with art to move.
6 If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal silence seize my tongue;
Or if I sing one cheerful air,
Till thy deliv'rance is my song.
7 Remember, Lord, how Edom's race,
In thy own city's fatal day,
Cry'd out, "Her stately walls deface,
"And with the ground quite level lay."
8 Proud Babel's daughter, doom'd to be
Of grief and woe the wretched prey;
Bless'd is the man who shall to thee,
The wrongs thou laidst on us repay.
9 Thrice bless'd, who with just rage possest
And deaf to all the parents' moans,
Shall snatch thy infants from the breast
And dash their heads against the stones. Topics: The Babylonian Captivity Languages: English
When we, our weary limbs to rest
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