O heavenly Jerusalem (Henry J. Gauntlett)

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  • (Posted 2022-05-31)  CPDL #69462:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2022-05-31).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 49 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern
  • (Posted 2021-03-06)  CPDL #63332:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-03-06).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 44 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2021-03-06)  CPDL #63331:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-03-06).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 72 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.

General Information

Title: O heavenly Jerusalem
Composer: Henry J. Gauntlett
Tune: St Alphege
Lyricist:

Translation by Isaac Williams

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 76. 76

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

First published:
    2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 322
Description: Text: 18th century Latin. A descant to the hymn can be found here.

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

O heavenly Jerusalem
of everlasting halls,
thrice blessèd are the people
thou storest in thy walls.

Thou art the golden mansion
where saints for ever sing,
the seat of God’s own chosen,
the palace of the King.

There God for ever sitteth,
himself of all the crown:
the Lamb, the light that shineth
and never goeth down.

Naught to this seat approacheth
their sweet peace to molest;
they sing their God for ever,
nor day nor night they rest.

Sure hope doth thither lead us;
our longings thither tend:
may short-lived toil ne’er daunt us
for joys that cannot end.

To Christ the sun that lightens
his Church above, below,
to Father, and to Spirit,
all things created bow.