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<h2>O HOLY CITY, SEEN OF JOHN</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God.” Revelation 21:10</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_o_bowie_wr.html" target="_blank">Walter Russell Bowie</a>, 1909. Bowie was rector at the Emmanuel Protestant Episcopal Church in Greenwood, Virginia, when he wrote these words.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Morwellham,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_t_steggall_ch.html" target="_blank">Charles H. Steggall</a> (1826-1905) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_morwellm.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>O holy city, seen of John,<br>
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Where Christ the Lamb, doth reign,<br>
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Within whose foursquare walls shall come<br>
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No night, nor need, nor pain,<br>
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And where the tears are wiped from eyes<br>
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That shall not weep again.</p>
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<p>Hark, how from men whose lives are held<br>
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More cheap than merchandise,<br>
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From women struggling sore for bread,<br>
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From little children’s cries,<br>
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There swells the sobbing human plaint<br>
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That bids thy walls arise.</p>
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<p>O shame to us who rest content<br>
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While lust and greed for gain<br>
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In street and shop and tenement<br>
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Wring gold from human pain,<br>
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And bitter lips in blind despair<br>
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Cry “Christ hath died in vain!”</p>
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<p>Give us, O God, the strength to build<br>
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The city that hath stood<br>
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Too long a dream, whose laws are love,<br>
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Whose crown is servanthood,<br>
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And where the sun that shineth is<br>
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God’s grace for human good.</p>
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<p>Already in the mind of God<br>
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That city riseth fair:<br>
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Lo, how its splendor challenges<br>
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The souls that greatly dare;<br>
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Yea, bids us seize the whole of life<br>
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And build its glory there.</p>
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