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Jerusalem my happy home When shall



eHymnBook # 8839
Title:
First Line:
Jerusalem my happy home When shall
LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
Trans/Adapted:
Dates: 16 cent
Bible Refs: Rev 3:12;
MUSIC
Name: DIANA
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
Dates: 16 cent
LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
# 655G
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
Name meter
8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
8 6 8 6 (C.M.)

Jerusalem, my happy home,
when shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?


O happy harbour of the saints!
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow may be found,
No grief, no care, no toil.


Thy walls are all of precious stone,
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.


Thy vineyards and thy orchards are
Most beautiful and fair,
Full furnishèd with trees and fruits
Most wonderful and rare.


Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
Continually are green,
There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
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.


Thy saints are crowned with glory great;
they see God face to face;
they triumph still, they still rejoice
most happy is their case.


There David stands with harp in hand
as master of the choir:
ten thousand times that man were blessed
that might this music hear.


Our Lady sings Magnificat
with tune surpassing sweet,
and all the virgins bear their part,
sitting at her feet.


There Magdalen hath left her moan,
and cheerfully doth sing
with blessèd saints, whose harmony
in every street doth ring.


Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
God grant that I may see
thine endless joy, and of the same
partaker ever be!


---Alternative verses---


Jerusalem, my happy home,
O how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have and end?
And thy joys when shall I see?


Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to be behold;
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are paved with gold.


Thy garden and thy pleasant green,
My study long have been;
Such sparkling light by human sight,
Has never yet been seen.


If heav'n be then so glorious, Lord,
Why should I stay from thence?
What folly 't is that I should dread
To die and go from hence.


Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.


Millions of years around my run,
Our song shall still go on,
To praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit, three in one.

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