Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: I do not seek a conqeror's name
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s 6s and 7s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 77
Page Number: 103, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsA city, glorious as the sun,
Now bursts upon my sight;
And all its blest inhabitants
Are clad in spotless white.
A diadem is on each brow,
Whose sparkling jewels shine
Brighter than all that ever flashed
In India's rigchest mine.
Sign of the victory they have won
A palm waves in each hand;
A song of praise swells on each tongue
Of all that glorious band.
Behold! They tune their golden harps,
And hark what strains they sing;
"Glory and wide dominion now
Belong unto our King!"
Are these the angels that looked
And saw creation's birth;
Who pealed their joyous anthems forth
When first uprose the earth?
No; these can sing a nobler strain:
Salvation is the song
Which bursts in rapture from the lips
Of that bright happy throng.
Redeemed, from every clime they came
Once man's lost fallen race
To dwell forever in the smile
Of their Redeemer's face.
And while eternal years roll on
Their harps they shall employ
To swell the high and lofty notes
Of triumph and of joy.