1 For thee, O dear country,
Mine eyes their vigils keep;
For very love beholding
Thy holy name, they weep.
The mention of thy glory
Is unction to the breast,
And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest
2 O one, O only mansion!
O Paradise of joy!
Where tears are ever banish’d
And smiles have no alloy;
Thy loveliness oppresses
All human thought and heart,
And none, O Peace, O SIon,
Can sing thee as thou art.
3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with emeralds blaze;
The sardius and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays;
Thine ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints shall build thy fabric,
And the cornerstone is Christ.
4 The cross is all thy splendor,
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransom’d saints shall raise;
Upon the Rock of Ages
They build thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.
5 O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God’s elect!
O sweet and blessed country
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest,
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.
Source: Seventh-day Adventist Hymnal #424
First Line: | For thee, O dear, dear country |
Title: | For Thee, O Dear, Dear Country |
Latin Title: | O bona patria |
Author: | Bernard, of Cluny (1145) |
Translator: | J. M. Neale (1858) |
Meter: | 7.6.7.6 D |
Source: | Latin |
Language: | English |
Notes: | Spanish translation: See "Por ti, oh patria amada" by Federico J. Pagura |
Copyright: | Public Domain |