1 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Thou city ever blest,
Within thy portals first I find
My safety, peace, and rest.
Here dangers always threaten me,
My days in strife are spent,
And labor, sorrow, worry, grief,
That is at best their strength.
2 No wonder, then, that I do long,
O blessèd home, for thee,
Where I shall find a resting-place,
From sin and sorrow free;
Where tears and weeping are no more,
Nor death, nor pain, nor night,
For former things are passed away,
In darkness turned to light.
3 Now all for me has lost its charm
Which here so much is praised,
Since on the cross, through faith, I saw
My Saviour Jesus raised.
My goal is fixed, one thing I ask,
Whate'er the price may be,
Soon to arrive in thee.
|First Line:||Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Thou city ever blest|
|Author:||Carolina V. S. Berg|