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The Heavenly Jerusalem. Rev. 21. 10-27

Bromehead’s Collection                 C.M.

          1
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 heaven-built walls
 And pearly gates behold;
 Thy bulwarks and salvation strong,
 And streets of shining gold?

3
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.

4
Jerusalem, my happy home!
 My soul still pants for thee;
 Then shall my labours have an end,
 When I thy joys shall see.