1 Jerusalem the golden!
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest.
I know not, O I know not
What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare!
2 They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
and all the martyr-throng;
The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene.
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.
3 There is the throne of David,
And there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast;
And they who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white.
4 Jerusalem the golden,
Shall I e'er see thy face?
O sweet and pleasant city,
Shall I e'er win thy grace?
I have the hope within me
To comfort and to bless;
Shall I e'er win the prize itself?
O my Redeemer, yes!
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First Line: | Jerusalem the golden! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | Christian Life and Hope; The Consummation: Eternity |
Notes: | Author from Index: B. de Morlai— J.M. Neale |