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<h2>JERUSALEM, JERUSALEM</h2>
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<p><h3>“God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.” Revelation 21:4</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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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_a_sandell-berg_kw.jpg" alt="Karolina Wilhelmina Sandell-Berg (1832-1903)" width="133.333333333333" height="178.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_a_sandell-berg_kw.html" target="_blank">Karolina Wilhelmina Sandell-Berg</a>, 1861 (<em>Jerusalem, Jerusalem som ovan der er bygt</em>). The words were reportedly inspired by the hymn <a href = "./hymns/hymns_html/htm_m_jmyhappy.html">Jerusalem My Happy Home</a>.<p><em>Music:</em> “Jerusalem (Purday),” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_p_u_purday_ch.html" target="_blank">Charles Henry Purday</a> (1799-1885) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_j_jeruparr.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>Jerusalem, Jerusalem,<br>
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Thou city ever blest,<br>
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Within thy portals first I find<br>
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My safety, peace and rest.<br>
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Here dangers always threaten me,<br>
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My days in strife are spent,<br>
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And labor, sorrow, worry, grief,<br>
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I find at best their strength.</p>
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<p>No wonder, then, that I do long<br>
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O blessèd home, for thee,<br>
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Where I shall find a resting place,<br>
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From sin and sorrow free;<br>
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Where tears and weeping are no more,<br>
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Nor death, nor pain, nor night,<br>
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For former things are passed way,<br>
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And darkness turned to light.</p>
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<p>Now all for me has lost its charm<br>
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Which by the world is praised,<br>
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Since on the cross, through faith, I saw<br>
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My Savior Jesus raised;<br>
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My goal is fixed, one thing I ask,<br>
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Whate’er the cost may be,<br>
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem,<br>
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Soon to arrive in thee.</p>
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