Jerusalem My Happy Home (EN 6060)

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Jerusalem, my happy home!

Name ever dear to me;

When shall my labors have an end,

In joy, and peace, and thee?

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When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls

And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold?

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There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes,

I onward press to you.

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Why should I shrink at pain and woe?

Or feel at death dismay?

I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view,

And realms of endless day.

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Apostles, martyrs, prophets there

Around my Savior stand;

And soon my friends in Christ below

Will join the glorious band.

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Jerusalem, my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee;

Then shall my labors have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.

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O Christ do Thou my soul prepare

For that bright home of love;

That I may see Thee and adore,

With all Thy saints above.

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Jerusalem, my happy home,

When shall I come to thee?

When shall my sorrows have an end?

Thy joys when shall I see?

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O happy harbor of the saints!

O sweet and pleasant soil!

In thee no sorrow may be found,

No grief, no care, no toil.

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In thee no sickness may be seen,

No hurt, no ache, no sore;

There is no death nor ugly devil,

There is life for evermore.

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No dampish mist is seen in thee,

No cold nor darksome night;

There every soul shines as the sun;

For God himself gives light.

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There lust and lucre cannot dwell;

There envy bears no sway;

There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,

But pleasure every way.

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Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

God grant that I may see

Thine endless joy, and of the same

Partaker ay may be!

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Thy walls are made of precious stones,

Thy bulwarks diamonds square;

Thy gates are of right orient pearl;

Exceeding rich and rare;

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Thy turrets and thy pinnacles

With carbuncles do shine;

Thy very streets are paved with gold,

Surpassing clear and fine;

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Thy houses are of ivory,

Thy windows crystal clear;

Thy tiles are made of beaten gold—

O God that I were there!

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Within thy gates nothing doth come

That is not passing clean,

No spider’s web, no dirt, no dust,

No filth may there be seen.

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Aye, my sweet home, Jerusalem,

Would God I were in thee:

Would God my woes were at an end,

Thy joys that I might see.

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Thy saints are crowned with glory great;

They see God face to face;

They triumph still, they still rejoice

Most happy is their case.

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We that are here in banishment

Continually do mourn:

We sigh and sob, we weep and wail,

Perpetually we groan.

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Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall,

Our pleasure is but pain:

Our joys scarce last the looking on,

Our sorrows still remain.

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But there they live in such delight,

Such pleasure and such play,

As that to them a thousand years

Doth seem as yesterday.

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Thy vineyards and thy orchards are

Most beautiful and fair,

Full furnished with trees and fruits,

Most wonderful and rare.

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Thy gardens and thy gallant walks

Continually are green:

There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers

As nowhere else are seen.

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There is nectar and ambrosia made,

There is musk and civet sweet;

There many a fair and dainty drug

Is trodden under feet.

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There cinnamon, there sugar grows,

Here nard and balm abound.

What tongue can tell or heart conceive

The joys that there are found?

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Quite through the streets with silver sound

The flood of life doth flow,

Upon whose banks on every side

The wood of life doth grow.

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There trees for evermore bear fruit,

And evermore do spring;

There evermore the angels be,

And evermore do sing.

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There David stands with harp in hand

As master of the choir:

Ten thousand times that man were blessed

That might this music hear.

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Our Lady sings Magnificat

With tune surpassing sweet,

And all the virgins bear their part,

Sitting at her feet.

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There Magdalen hath left her moan,

And cheerfully doth sing

With blessed saints, whose harmony

In every street doth ring.

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Jerusalem, my happy home,

Would God I were in thee!

Would God my woes were at an end

Thy joys that I might see!