The Heavenly Jerusalem. Rev. 21. 10-27

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Jerusalem, my happy home!
 Name ever dear to me;
 When shall my labours have an end
 In joy, and peace, and thee?

When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
 And pearly gates behold;
 Thy bulwarks and salvation strong,
 And streets of shining gold?

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.

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

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