Κύριε, τοιγὰρ προετοίμαζε ψυχήν μου τόδ ̓ ἐς εὔδιον ἦμαρ λουέ μ' ἐν αἵματι Σῷ πολυτίμῳ, οὐδὲ παλαίσματα πολλὰ πρόκειται, ψυχήν μου τόδ ̓ ἐς ὄλβιον ἦμαρο λοῦέ μ' ἐν αίματι Σῷ πολυτίμῳ, ἴδε νῦν ἐγγὺς καιρὸς χαρίεις, λουέ μ' ἐν αἵματι Σῷ πολυτίμῳ, Amicus criticus versum paroemiacum, qui octavum quemque in hoc hymno locum obtinet, proponit, τὰς δ ̓ ἀμπλακίας ἀφάνιζε. SIR HENRY W. BAKER. (With kind permission of the Editor.) Hymns Ancient and Modern.—No. 230. HERE is a Blessèd home THE Beyond this land of woe, Where trials never come, Nor tears of sorrow flow; Where faith is lost in sight, And patient hope is crowned, And everlasting light Its glory throws around. There is a land of peace, Good Angels know it well; Glad songs that never cease Within its portals swell; Around its glorious Throne Ten thousand Saints adore CHRIST, with the FATHER ONE And SPIRIT, evermore. O joy all joys beyond, To see the LAMB Who died, And count each sacred Wound In Hands, and Feet, and Side; (IAMBIC. DIM.) Οικός ρει τις ἐστὶν ὄλβιος πέραν χθονὸς τῆσδ ̓ ἀθλίας, ἵν ̓ οὐ στόνος ποτ ̓ ἔρχεται, γῆ δ ̓ ἐστὶν εἰρήνης• καλοὶ ὦ χάρμα χαρμάτων πέρα F To give to Him the praise And sing through endless days The great things He hath done. Look up, ye saints of GOD, In uncomplaining love, |