Gertrude of Hellfde, 1330.
tr., Emma Frances Bevan, 1899
It was as if upon His breast
He laid His piercèd hand,
And said "To thee, beloved and blest,
I give this goodly land."
O Land of fountains and of deeps,
Of God's exhaustless store --
O blessed Land, where he who reaps
Shall never hunger more --
O summer Land, for ever fair
With God's unfading flowers;
O Land, where spices fill the air,
And songs the golden towers --
O Land of safety, Land of home,
Of God my Father's kiss,
To Thee, O glorious Land, I come,
My heritage of bliss.
Lord, not through works of righteousness,
The works that I have done,
But through the glory of Thy grace,
The merit of Thy Son,
To me this goodly Land is given,
The heart of Christ to me --
My Home, my Blessedness, my Heaven;
My God, I worship Thee.