Anthems

Blessed city, heavenly Salem,
Vision dear of peace and love,
Who, of living stones art builded,
Thither faithful souls do soar.
And, with angel hosts apparelled

Bright her gates of pearl are shining,
They are open evermore;
And, their well earned rest attaining,
Thither faithful souls do soar.
Who for Christ's dear name in this world
Pain and tribulation bore.

Many a blow and biting sculpture
Polished well those stones elect,
In their places now compacted
By the heavenly architect.
Never more to leave the temple,
Which with them the Lord hath decked.