HYMN FOR LAST DAYS OF THE CHURCH YEAR The World is Very Evil

(Long hymn but worth it) Text: Bernard of Cluny (ca. 1100-1199) Tune: Melchior Vulpius (ca. 1570-1615) Swedish folk 1 The world is very evil,
The times are waxing late;
Be sober and keep vigil,
The Judge is at the gate;
The Judge that comes in mercy,
The Judge that comes with might,
To terminate the evil,
To diadem the right. 2 Arise, arise, good Christian,
Let right to wrong succeed;
Let penitential sorrow
To heav'nly gladness lead
To light that hath no evening,
That knows no moon nor sun,
The light so new and golden,
The light that is but one. 3 Brief life is here our portion;
Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life, is there.
O happy retribution:
Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals and for sinners
A mansion with the blest! 4 And now we light the battle,
But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting
And passionless renown;
And now we watch and struggle,
And now we live in hope,
And Zion in her anguish
With Babylon must cope. 5 But He whom now we trust in
Shall then be seen and known;
And they that know and see Him
Shall have Him for their own.
And there is David's fountain
And life in fullest glow;
And there the light is golden,
And milk and honey flow. 6 O home of fadeless splendor,
Of flow'rs that bear no thorn,
Where they shall dwell as children
Who here as exiles mourn.
Midst pow'r that knows no limit,
Where knowledge has no bound,
The beatific vision
Shall glad the saints around. 7 Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blessed,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed.
I know not, O I know not,
What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare. 8 They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song
And bright with many an angel
And all the martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them;
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen. 9 There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast;
And they who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight
Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white. 10 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. 11 O one, O only mansion,
O Paradise of joy,
Where tears are ever banished
And smiles have no alloy!
The Lamb is all thy splendor,
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise. 12 With jasper glow thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with em'ralds blaze;
The sardius and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays;
Thine ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints build up thy fabric,
The cornerstone is Christ. 13 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean;
Thou hast no time, bright day,
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!
Upon the Rock of Ages
they raise thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel
And thine the golden dower. 14 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. Tr. John Mason Neale REFLECTIONS:
De Contemptus Mundi by Bernard of Cluny, a three-thousand line poem on the evil of this world and the glory of the next, is considered to be one of the great poems of the Middle Ages. Bernard, a monk, wrote it while living in Cluny Abbey, one of the richest and most beautiful of its day, observing the corruptions of everything around him, from government, monastery, church, clergy, on up to the pope. Nothing escaped the venom of his pen. World weariness would be another way to talk about it. But in the middle of his screeds against the corruptions of the world are his ravishing pictures of the next. You can find in those pictures the sources of a couple of our better hymns on the heavenly country, Jerusalem the Golden, O Sweet and Blessed Country. This was in the Service Book and Hymnal (1958) that many of us older folks grew up with. I heard many a chapel sermon against it when I was in college and later teaching at a college. The world is not evil, it is good, they would rail. Creation is good. Yes, it is. As one grows older, however, it is possible to grow weary of all the corruption we humans bring to it. Our sin and shortcomings fill the earth with sorrow, violence and deep alienation. We begin to look to the end times, as the church year does, for judgment and ending, a clean slate to everything. O come, O come, Immanuel, we cry. The disciples sitting with Jesus marveling at the large stones of the temple were not ready to hear Jesus’ prediction that soon not one stone would be left upon another. A terrifying prophecy made more awful by his next prophecy of wars and persecutions: Nations will rise against nation, kingdom against kingdom. There will be persecutions, families will be riven apart, friendships ruined. You will be hated. Is he talking about us and our time? We see these things happening all around us. As the hymn has it, "The Judge is at the gate." His promise "that not one hair on our head will perish and that by enduring we will gain our lives" is really all we have. Quite enough. Look up. "The mention of his glory/Is unction to the breast/And medicine in sickness/And love and life and rest." Amen. HYMN INFO
Bernard of Cluny was said to be an Englishman, but spent his life in Cluny Abbey, in France. He lived at the beginning of what has been called the High Middle Ages, a century before St Thomas Acquinas (1225-1274)-, just before Dante who knew his poem and used its imagery for his depictions of heaven and hell. Bernard dedicated the poem to his Abbot, Peter the Venerable (1092-1156). It was the source for many other poems and hymns. In a strange meter—Alexandrian Hexameters—lines of six beats in dactylic feet, it has been difficult to translate effectively, although John Mason Neale, the master of such translations in the 19th century, has done a creditable job. Several hymnals begin the hymn with the third stanza to avoid the rather strong first line. The tune by Vulpius, an early Lutheran composer is most often used, but the Service Book and Hymnal used a Swedish folk tune that is now used for the very popular Christmas carol, Mitte Hjerte Altid Vanker/My Heart is Filled with Wonder, by Hans Adolph Brorson. Horatio Parker (1863-1919) an important American composer in his day wrote an oratorio based on the first lines of the hymn. Ralph Vaughan Williams also set it into an anthem. LINKS
Ralph Vaughan Williams anthem on St. Alphage/Brief Life is Here our Portion/St. Choir of St. Mary of Warwick
https://youtu.be/8HaQh1ziJgM

Horatio Parker/Orchestra and Choir
https://youtu.be/Hd7cn1po1kA Congregation singing the translation Brief Life is Here our Portion
https://youtu.be/fXZ_E1XLl4c Bonus: My Hymn on the text for this Sunday NB: For those thinking of Christmas gifts, you might consider the book Jesus the Harmony . It has a poem for every day of the year and Bible references for each poem that put Jesus in what has been called "the red thread of salvation." Many have been using it for daily devotions; others in group Bible studies. Click here to check it out. https://www.amazon.com/Jesus-Harmony-Gospel-Sonnets-Days-ebook/dp/B08L9S4Z1T/ref=sr_1_3_nodl?dchild=1&keywords=Grindal&qid=16145