540. Those eternal bowers
6.5.6.5.D.
St. Alban's (Morley):
Thomas Morley (1842-1891), 1867
Greek; St. John of Damascus (-749);
Tr. John Mason Neale, 1862;
Alt.
| Those eternal bowers Man hath never trod, Those unfading flowers Round the throne of God: Who may hope to gain them After weary fight? Who at length attain them, Clad in robes of white? | | He who wakes from slumber At the Spirit's voice, Daring here to number Things unseen his choice: He who casts his burden Down at Jesus' cross; Christ's reproach his guerdon, All beside but loss. | | He who gladly barters All on earthly ground; He who, like the martyrs, Says, "I will be crowned"; He whose one oblation Is a life of love, Knit in God's salvation. To the blest above. | | 501 Shame upon you, legions Of the heavenly King, Citizens of regions Past imagining! What! with pipe and tabour Dream away the light, When he bids you labour, When he tells you, "Fight"? | | Jesus, Lord of glory, As we breast the tide, Whisper thou the story Of the other side; Where the saints are casting Crowns before thy feet, Safe for everlasting, In thyself complete. | |