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Hildebert.

A HYMN.

In David's city, Sion blest—
Calm Sion—I would find my rest—
Whose builder is the Lord of Light,
Whose gate once stood on Calv'ry's height,
Whose walls are piled of living stone,
Its guard the King all hearts must own;
Wherein there reigns undying day,
Eternal spring, and peace for aye.
Sweet fragrance fills the sunny air,
And music ever soundeth there!
Unchanging beauty greets the eye,
Defect hath never caused a sigh;
For all reflect their Master's grace,
His faultless form, his radiant face!
O! heavenly city, home of bliss,
Rock-founded world? I gaze from this,
Like seamen o'er the foaming bar,
And hail thy haven from afar:



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To thee I look, for thee I long,
With ardent love, with yearning strong!
The triumph of the saints above,
The fulness of their feast of love,
The rapture thrilling ev'ry breast,
The gems with which thy walls are drest—
The jacinth and chalcedony,
They only know who dwell in thee!
Oh! may I join the spotless throng
Wand'ring thy golden streets along,
With Moses and Elias raise
The everlasting song of praise. Amen.

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