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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
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G K Chesterton is said to have thought of this as the typical hymn and took it as the model for his own ‘O God of earth and altar’. S S Wesley wrote the tune in 1864, when he recognized it—the story goes—as a winner, and the company present in his house sang it to ‘Jerusalem the Golden’ from which his wife named it ‘Aurelia’ (‘aurum’ is the Latin for gold). It was set to the present words in the 1868 Appendix to Hymns Ancient and Modern. The words were written in 1866, at a time when it seemed that the very foundations of the Church were under attack by reason of the new critical studies of the Bible. The particular occasion was a book by Bishop Colenso of Natal which, among other things, questioned whether it was physically possible for such vast number of Israelites to have been in the desert with Moses. It is not unusual, it seems, for the Church to seem to be in danger, though the present generation may not wish to encourage each other in quite these words.
The Church’s one foundation Is Jesus Christ, her Lord; She is his new creation By water and the Word; From heav’n he came and sought her To be his holy bride, With his own blood he bought her And for her life he died.
Elect from every nation, Yet one o’er all the earth, Her charter of salvation, One Lord, one Faith, one Birth; One Holy Name she blesses, Partakes one Holy Food, And to one hope she presses, With every grace endued.
Though with a scornful wonder Men see her sore opprest, By schisms rent asunder, By heresies distrest, Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up: “How long?” And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song.
Mid toil and tribulation, And tumult of her war, She waits the consummation Of peace for evermore; Till with the vision glorious Her longing eyes are blest, And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest.
Yet she on earth hath union With God the Three in One, And mystic sweet communion With those whose rest is won: O happy ones and holy! Lord, give us grace that we Like them, the meek and lowly, On high may dwell with thee.