For thee, O dear, dear Country,

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    Verse 1
    For thee, O dear, dear Country,
    Mine eyes their vigils keep;
    For very love, beholding
    Thy happy name, they weep.
    The mention of Thy glory
    Is unction to the breast
    And medicine in sickness
    And love and life and rest.

    Verse 2
    O one, O only mansion,
    O Paradise of joy,
    Where tears are ever banished,
    And smiles have no alloy!
    The Lamb is all thy splendour,
    The Crucified thy praise;
    His laud and benediction
    Thy ransomed people raise.

    Verse 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 build up its fabric,
    The Corner-stone is Christ.

    Verse 4
    Thou hast no shore, fair ocean;
    Thou hast no time, bright day,
    Dear fountain of refreshment
    To pilgrims far away.
    Upon the Rock of Ages
    They raise thy holy tower;
    Thine is the victor's laurel
    And thine the golden dower.