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Jerusalem, my happy home,
Oh how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end,
Thy joys when shall I see!
Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold!
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy Street is 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 heaven be thus glorious, Lord,
Why should I stay from thence?
What folly ‘tis 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.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 2005 | # 455 |
MUSIC
Name:
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HARVILLE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Key
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| # 810 | Ab |
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