Jerusalem

AT last, at last the Crescent

Falls back before the Cross.

Great spirits, incandescent

With longing and with loss,

Gleam from the clouds, crusaders

Who knew no requiem

While Saladin's invaders

Possessed Jerusalem.

King David harps for Zion

A glad, celestial psalm;

The face of the young lion

Is toward the sacred palm;

New Europe's noblest nation

Has won the diadem

Of him who brings salvation

To thee, Jerusalem.

Isaiah, Hosea, Amos,

Who cried against thy sin,

Whose vision saw thy famous

Bright bulwarks beaten in

And made a cup of trembling,

God's house a broken gem,

On all the winds assembling

Comfort Jerusalem.

The Christ, Messiah proven,

Whose Gentile armies free

Thy walls, not battle-cloven,

But won with jubilee;

As when thy people, pressing,

Would touch His garment's hem,

Enters with love and blessing

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 nations

A light, ay, even to them

Who wrought thy tribulations,

Holy Jerusalem!