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JERUSALEM the golden,
   With milk and honey blessed,
Beneath thy contemplation
    Sink heart and voice oppressed!
I know not, O, I know not,
    What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,
    What light beyond compare.
2  They stand, those halls of Zion,
    All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
    And all the martyr throng;
The Prince is ever in them,
    The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessèd
    Are decked in glorious sheen.
3  There is the throne of David,
    And there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
    The song of them that feast;
And they who, with their Leader,
    Have conquered in the fight,
Foe ever and for ever
    Are clad in robes of white.
4  The Cross is all their splendour,
    The Saviour is their praise,
His love and His atonement
    The ransomed people raise:
Jesus—the Lord of glory—
    True God and Man they sing;
Their never-failing portion,
    Their everlasting King.
Bernard of Morlaix (ie: Cluny), 12th century,
cento from John Mason Neale, 1818-66