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<h2>O WHAT THEIR JOY AND THEIR GLORY MUST BE</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;The new Jerusalem, which is coming down out of heaven from my God.&#8221; Revelation 3:12</h3></p>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_a_b_abelard_p.html" target="_blank">Peter Abelard</a>, 12th Century (<em>O quanta qualia sunt illa Sabbata</em>); translated from Latin to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_neale_jm.html" target="_blank">John Mason Neale</a>, <em>Hymnal Noted</em>, 1854.
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;O Quanta Qualia,&#8221; <em>Paris Antiphoner</em>, 1681; harmony by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_y_dykes_jb.html" target="_blank">John Bacchus Dykes</a>, 1868 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_q_quanqual.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>O what their joy and their glory must be,<br>
Those endless Sabbaths the bless&egrave;d ones see;<br>
Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest;<br>
God shall be all, and in all ever blessed.</p>
<p>What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne?<br>
What are the peace and the joy that they own?<br>
O that the blessed ones, who in it have share,<br>
All that they feel could as fully declare!</p>
<p>Truly, &#8220;Jerusalem&#8221; name we that shore,<br>
City of peace that brings joy evermore;<br>
Wish and fulfillment are not severed there,<br>
Nor do things prayed for come short of the prayer.</p>
<p>There, where no troubles distraction can bring,<br>
We the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing;<br>
While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise<br>
Thy bless&egrave;d people eternally raise.</p>
<p>There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o&#8217;er,<br>
Those Sabbath keepers have one evermore;<br>
One and unending is that triumph song<br>
Which to the angels and us shall belong.</p>
<p>Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high,<br>
We for that country must yearn and must sigh;<br>
Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,<br>
Through our long exile on Babylon&#8217;s strand.</p>
<p>Low before Him with our praises we fall,<br>
Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom are all;<br>
Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the Son,<br>
Through Whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One.</p>
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