- Sion aurea, patria lactea,
cive decora,
Omne cor obruis, omnibus ob-
struis et cor et ora.
- Nescio, nescio, quæ jubilatio, lux
tibi qualis,
Quam socialia gaudia, gloria quam
specialis.
- Sunt Sion atria conjubilantia,
martyre plena,
Cive micantia, principe stantia,
luce serena.
- Sunt ibi pascua mentibus afflua
Præstita sanctis;
Regis ibi thronus, agminis et sonus
est epulantis.
- Gens duce splendida, contio can-
Dida vestibus albis,
Sunt sine fletibus in Sion ædibus,
ædibus almis.
| - Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest.
- I know not, O I know not
What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,
What light beyond compare.
- They stand, those halls of Sion,
Conjubilant 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 blessed.
Are decked in glorious sheen.
- There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released,
The song of them that triumph,
The shout of them that feast;
- And they who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white.
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