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<h2>JERUSALEM THE GOLDEN</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The wall was made of jasper, and the city of pure gold, as pure as glass.” Revelation 21:18</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><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_neale_jm.jpg" alt="John Mason Neale (1818-1866)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="141.333333333333" height="201.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_e_bernard_m.html" target="_blank">Bernard of Morlaix</a>, 1146 (<em>Urbs Sion aurea</em>); translated from Latin to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_neale_jm.html" target="_blank">John Mason Neale</a>, 1858.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Ewing,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_e_w_ewing_a.html" target="_blank">Alexander Ewing</a>, 1853 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_e_ewing.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 the golden, with milk and honey blest,<br>
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Beneath thy contemplation sink heart and voice oppressed.<br>
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I know not, O I know not, what joys await us there,<br>
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What radiancy of glory, what bliss beyond compare.</p>
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<p>They stand, those halls of Zion, all jubilant with song,<br>
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And bright with many an angel, and all the martyr throng;<br>
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The Prince is ever in them, the daylight is serene.<br>
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The pastures of the blessèd are decked in glorious sheen.</p>
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<p>There is the throne of David, and there, from care released,<br>
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The shout of them that triumph, the song of them that feast;<br>
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And they, who with their Leader, have conquered in the fight,<br>
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Forever and forever are clad in robes of white.</p>
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<p>O sweet and blessèd country, the home of God’s elect!<br>
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O sweet and blessèd country, that eager hearts expect!<br>
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Jesus, in mercy bring us to that dear land of rest,<br>
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Who art, with God the Father, and Spirit, ever blessed.</p>
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<p>Brief life is here our portion, brief sorrow, short lived care;<br>
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The life that knows no ending, the tearless life, is there.<br>
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O happy retribution! Short toil, eternal rest;<br>
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For mortals and for sinners, a mansion with the blest.</p>
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<p>That we should look, poor wanderers, to have our home on high!<br>
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That worms should seek for dwellings beyond the starry sky!<br>
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And now we fight the battle, but then shall wear the crown<br>
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Of full and everlasting, and passionless renown.</p>
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<p>And how we watch and struggle, and now we live in hope,<br>
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And Zion in her anguish with Babylon must cope;<br>
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But he whom now we trust in shall then be seen and known,<br>
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And they that know and see Him shall have Him for their own.</p>
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<p>For thee, O dear, dear country, mine eyes their vigils keep;<br>
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For very love, beholding, thy happy name, they weep:<br>
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The mention of thy glory is unction to the breast,<br>
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And medicine in sickness, and love, and life, and rest.</p>
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<p>O one, O only mansion! O paradise of joy!<br>
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Where tears are ever banished, and smiles have no alloy;<br>
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The cross is all thy splendor, the Crucified thy praise,<br>
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His laud and benediction thy ransomed people raise.</p>
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<p>Jerusalem the glorious! Glory of the elect!<br>
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O dear and future vision that eager hearts expect!<br>
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Even now by faith I see thee, even here thy walls discern;<br>
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To thee my thoughts are kindled, and strive, and pant, and yearn.</p>
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<p>Jerusalem, the only, that look’st from heaven below,<br>
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In thee is all my glory, in me is all my woe!<br>
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And though my body may not, my spirit seeks thee fain,<br>
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Till flesh and earth return me to earth and flesh again.</p>
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<p>Jerusalem, exulting on that securest shore,<br>
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I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, ad love thee evermore!<br>
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I ask not for my merit: I seek not to deny<br>
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My merit is destruction, a child of wrath am I.</p>
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<p>But yet with faith I venture and hope upon the way,<br>
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For those perennial guerdons I labor night and day.<br>
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The best and dearest Father Who made me, and Who saved,<br>
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Bore with me in defilement, and from defilement laved.</p>
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<p>When in His strength I struggle, for very joy I leap;<br>
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When in my sin I totter, I weep, or try to weep:<br>
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And grace, sweet grace celestial, shall all its love display,<br>
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And David’s royal fountain purge every stain away.</p>
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<p>O sweet and blessèd country, shall I ever see thy face?<br>
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O sweet and blessèd country, shall I ever win thy grace?<br>
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I have the hope within me to comfort and to bless!<br>
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Shall I ever win the prize itself? O tell me, tell me, Yes!</p>
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<p>Strive, man, to win that glory; toil, man, to gain that light;<br>
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Send hope before to grasp it, till hope be lost in sight.<br>
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Exult, O dust and ashes, the Lord shall be thy part:<br>
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His only, His forever thou shalt be, and thou art.</p>
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