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JERUSALEM on high My song and city is, My home whene’er I die, The centre of my bliss: O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, And see Thy face? |
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2 | There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live; There angels to Him sing, And lowly homage give. |
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3 | The patriarchs of old, There from their travels cease; The prophets there behold, Their longed-for Prince of Peace. |
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4 | The faithful martyrs, they Within those courts are found, Clothed in their pure array, Their scars with glory crowned. |
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5 | Sweet place, sweet place alone, The Court of God Most High, The Heaven of heavens, the throne Of spotless majesty! |
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Samuel Crossman, 1624-83 |