1 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
2 When shall these eyes Thy heav'n-built walls
And pearly gates behold,
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong
And streets of shining fold?
3 Oh, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend?
Where evermore the angels sing,
The Sabbath has no end.
4 O Christ, do Thou my soul prepare
For that bright home of love
That I may see Thee and adore
With all Thy saints above.
Source: Worship Supplement 2000 #794
|First Line:||O mother dear, Jerusalem|
|Title:||O Mother Dear, Jerusalem|
|Author:||F. B. P.|
|Copyright:||This text in in the public domain in the United States because it was published before 1923.|