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C. M.
A city which hath foundations.
Heb. 11:10.
Jerusalem! my glorious home,
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee!
2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built 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:
Blessed seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you!
4 Why should I shrink at 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 glorious home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.