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.
