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C. M.
The new Jerusalem.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
O how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
2 Thy walls are all of precious stones,
Most glorious to behold!
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are paved with gold.
3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant greens
My study long have been;
Such sparkling gems by human sight
Have never yet been seen.
4 If heavén be thus glorious, Lord,
Why should I stay from thence?
What folly ’tis that I should dread
To die and go from hence!
5 Reach down, reach down thine arms of grace
And cause me to ascend,
Where congregations ne’er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.
6 Jesus, my love, to glory’s gone;
Him will I go and see;
And all my brethren here below
Will soon come after me.