Hymn 30.
C. M.
“Jerusalem, my happy home.”
Jerusalem, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me,
When shall my labours have an end
In joy, and peace, and thee?
2 When shall these eyes thy heavenly walls,
And pearly gates behold,
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
3 There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! ’mid rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.
4 Why should I shrink from pain and woe,
Or feel at death dismay?
I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand,
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
6 Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee:
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
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