1 O land of our King!
Where harvest embraces the flowery spring,
Where all things worth having forever remain,
Where nothing we miss but our sorrow and pain;
All mankind is longing to find and explore
Thy beautiful shore.
2 How blessed the land!
Where time is not measured by tears or with sand,
Where fades not the flower, the bird never dies,
Where joys are not bubbles that break as they rise;
Where life does not crown us with white for the gloom
Of death and the tomb.
3 How blessed to be
Where death has no sting, where from sin we are free,
Where all that decayed in new glory shall bloom,
Where all that was ruined shall rise from the tomb,
Where love grows in light as a summer day fair
With flower-crowned hair.
4 My spirit receives
Thro' Christ what the world neither knows nor believes;
This while we are here, we but dimly can know,
Though feeling within us its heavenly glow.
The Lord saith: On earth as in heaven above
My kingdom is love.
Nicolai Frederik Severin Grundtvig was the son of a pastor, and was born at Udby, in Seeland, in 1783. He studied in the University of Copenhagen from 1800-1805; and, like some other eminent men, did not greatly distinguish himself; his mind was too active and his imagination too versatile to bear the restraint of the academic course. After leaving the university he took to teaching; first in Langeland, then (1808) in Copenhagen. Here he devoted his attention to poetry, literature, and Northern antiquities. In 1810 he became assistant to his father in a parish in Jutland. The sermon he preached at his ordination, on the subject "Why has the Lord's word disappeared from His house," attracted much attention, which is rarely the case with "pro… Go to person page >
Translator: S. D. Rodholm
Rodholm served as president of the Danish Evangelical Lutheran Church in America (1922-26), president of Grand View College, and professor and dean of the AELC Seminary.
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