

Hymns of the Eastern Church, by J.M. Neale, [1884], at sacred-texts.com
by S. John Damascene.
τὰς ἑδρὰς τὰς αἰωνίας.
Those eternal bowers
   Man hath never trod,
 Those unfading flowers
   Round the Throne of God:
 Who may hope to gain them
   After weary fight?
 Who at length attain them
   Clad in robes of white?
He, who gladly barters
   All on earthly ground;
 He who, like the Martyrs,
   Says, 'I will be crown’d:' p. 116
 He, whose one oblation
   Is a life of love;
 Clinging to the nation
   Of the Blest above.
Shame upon you, legions
   Of the Heavenly King,
 Denizens of regions
   Past imagining!
 What! with pipe and tabor
   Fool away the light,
 When He bids you labour,
   When He tells you,—'Fight!'
While I do my duty,
   Struggling through the tide,
 Whisper Thou of beauty
   On the other side! p. 117
 Tell who will the story
   Of our now distress:
 Oh the future glory!
   Oh the loveliness!
[No. 3 in H. E. C. A very sweet melody.]