1 For thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep; The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. 2 With jaspers glow thy bulwarks; Thy streets with emeralds blaze; The Sardius and the topaz; unite in thee their rays; Thine at ageless walls are both amethyst unpriced; Thy saints build up its fabric, And the corner-stone is Christ. 3 The Cross is all thy splendor, The Crucified thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise. Upon the Rock of Ages They raise thy holy tower; Thine is the victor's laurel, And thine the golden dower. 4 O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect; O sweet and blessed country, That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us, To that dear land of rest, Who art, with God the Father And Spirit, ever blest.