Jerusalem

AT last, at last the

Falls back before the Cross.

Great spirits,

With longing and with loss,

Gleam from the clouds,

Who knew no

While Saladin's

Possessed Jerusalem.

King David harps for ZionA glad, celestial psalm;

The face of the young

Is toward the sacred palm;

New Europe's noblest

Has won the

Of him who brings

To thee,

Jerusalem.

Isaiah,

Hosea,

Amos,

Who cried against thy sin,

Whose vision saw thy

Bright bulwarks beaten

And made a cup of trembling,

God's house a broken gem,

On all the winds

Comfort Jerusalem.

The Christ,

Messiah proven,

Whose Gentile armies

Thy walls, not battle-cloven,

But won with jubilee;

As when thy people, pressing,

Would touch His garment's hem,

Enters with love and

Thy gates,

Jerusalem.

Arise and shine,

O City,

The joy of all the earth!

Show poverty God's pity;

Teach misery God's mirth.

Be thou to all the nationsA light, ay, even to

Who wrought thy tribulations,

Holy Jerusalem!