O Mother Dear, Jerusalem (EN 6063)

EN 6063 O Mother Dear, Jerusalem

Rev.21.2

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O mother dear, Jerusalem,

When shall I come to thee?

When shall my sorrows have an end,

Thy joys when shall I see?

O happy harbor of the saints!

O sweet and pleasant soil!

In thee no sorrow may be found,

No grief, no care, no toil.

2

No murky cloud o’ershadows thee,

Nor gloom, nor darksome night;

But every soul shines as the sun,

For God Himself gives light.

There lust and lucre cannot dwell,

There envy bears no sway;

There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,

But pleasure every way.

3

Thy walls are made of precious stones,

Thy bulwarks diamonds square;

Thy gates are of right orient pearl,

Exceeding rich and rare.

Thy turrets and thy pinnacles

With carbuncles do shine;

Thy very streets are paved with gold,

Surpassing clear and fine.

4

Thy gardens and thy gallant walks

Continually are green;

There grow such sweet and pleasant flow’rs,

As nowhere else are seen;

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.

5

There trees forevermore bear fruit,

And evermore do spring,

There evermore the angels sit,

And evermore do sing.

Jerusalem, my happy home,

Would God I were in thee!

Would God my woes were at an end,

Thy joys that I might see!

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