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,