Here is a wonderful hymn by Samuel Johnson. Yes, Boswell’s Johnson. It is not a sonnet and I found it in a murder mystery by Edmund Crispin. So now maybe I will get a little respect. This particular murder mystery, The Case of the Gilded Fly, even takes place in Oxford and the detective is a don and it is sprinkled throughout with fun literary allusions to Shakespeare and Dante and medieval Christianity.

I am feeling pretty pleased. I have given you a book, a poem and an Easter week hymn all in one post.

City of God, How broad and Far

City of God, how broad and far
outspread thy walls sublime!
The true thy chartered freemen are
of every age and clime.

One holy Church, one army strong;
one steadfast, high intent;
one working band, one harvest song,
one King omnipotent.

How purely hath thy speech come down
from man’s primeval youth!
How grandly hath thine empire grown
of freedom, love and truth!

How gleam thy watch fires through the night
with never fainting ray!
How rise thy towers, serene and bright,
to meet the dawning day!

In vain the surge’s angry shock,
in vain the drifting sands;
unharmed upon the eternal Rock
the eternal City stands.

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