Spouse of Christ, Whose Earthly Conflict Songtext
von Marlborough College Chapel Choir
Spouse of Christ, Whose Earthly Conflict Songtext
Spouse of Christ, whose earthly conflict
Here below doth never cease,
Lift thy voice and tell the triumphs
Of the blessed ones at peace.
Joyful be this day of gladness,
Feast of all the saints on high;
Let our songs, ′mid heaven's rejoicing,
Sound in sweetest harmony.
There, the ever-Virgin Mother,
Reunited with her Son,
Leads the praise of all the ransomed
Who that heavenly realm have won.
There, the angels and archangels,
Circling round the throne on high,
Hymn the Lord of all creation
In divinest minstrelsy.
John, the herald and forerunner,
Heads the great prophetic throng,
While the patriarchs in Join to swell the angels′ song.
Near to Christ, the Twelve apostles,
Chosen as foundation stones,
Now behold the City's splendour,
Seated on celestial thrones.
There the martyrs, robed in crimson,
Sign of life-blood freely spent,
Now enjoy the life eternal
In the Saviour's love content.
Virgins, to the Lamb devoted,
Following in steadfast love,
Bring the bridal garlands with them
To the marriage-feast above.
There, confessors are rewarded,
And each holy, humble soul,
Who on earth left no memorial,
Now make up the saintly whole.
All the blest adore for ever
God′s surpassing majesty,
Threefold anthems ever raising
To the all-holy Trinity.
In your heavenly habitation,
That eternal home on high,
Hear, ye saints, our prayer and pleading,
As to God we lift our cry.
By your heavenly intercession
Help your fellow-Christians here,
That in love of Christ our Saviour
We through grace may persevere.
So may God our Father grant us
Here to serve in holiness,
And at length by his good mercy
Share that heaven which ye possess.
Here below doth never cease,
Lift thy voice and tell the triumphs
Of the blessed ones at peace.
Joyful be this day of gladness,
Feast of all the saints on high;
Let our songs, ′mid heaven's rejoicing,
Sound in sweetest harmony.
There, the ever-Virgin Mother,
Reunited with her Son,
Leads the praise of all the ransomed
Who that heavenly realm have won.
There, the angels and archangels,
Circling round the throne on high,
Hymn the Lord of all creation
In divinest minstrelsy.
John, the herald and forerunner,
Heads the great prophetic throng,
While the patriarchs in Join to swell the angels′ song.
Near to Christ, the Twelve apostles,
Chosen as foundation stones,
Now behold the City's splendour,
Seated on celestial thrones.
There the martyrs, robed in crimson,
Sign of life-blood freely spent,
Now enjoy the life eternal
In the Saviour's love content.
Virgins, to the Lamb devoted,
Following in steadfast love,
Bring the bridal garlands with them
To the marriage-feast above.
There, confessors are rewarded,
And each holy, humble soul,
Who on earth left no memorial,
Now make up the saintly whole.
All the blest adore for ever
God′s surpassing majesty,
Threefold anthems ever raising
To the all-holy Trinity.
In your heavenly habitation,
That eternal home on high,
Hear, ye saints, our prayer and pleading,
As to God we lift our cry.
By your heavenly intercession
Help your fellow-Christians here,
That in love of Christ our Saviour
We through grace may persevere.
So may God our Father grant us
Here to serve in holiness,
And at length by his good mercy
Share that heaven which ye possess.
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