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<h2>O MOTHER DEAR, JERUSALEM</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I, John, saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.” Revelation 21:2</h3></p>
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<p><em>Words:</em> “F. B. P,” <em>circa</em> 1583. For another version of these words, see <a href = "./hymns/hymns_html/htm_j_m_jmyhappy.html">Jerusalem My Happy Home</a>.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Materna,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_ward_sa.html" target="_blank">Samuel Augustus Ward</a>, 1882 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_materna.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 mother dear, Jerusalem,<br>
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When shall I come to thee?<br>
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When shall my sorrows have an end,<br>
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Thy joys when shall I see?<br>
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O happy harbor of the saints!<br>
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O sweet and pleasant soil!<br>
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In thee no sorrow may be found,<br>
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No grief, no care, no toil.</p>
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<p>No murky cloud o’ershadows thee,<br>
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Nor gloom, nor darksome night;<br>
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But every soul shines as the sun,<br>
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For God Himself gives light.<br>
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There lust and lucre cannot dwell,<br>
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There envy bears no sway;<br>
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There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,<br>
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But pleasure every way.</p>
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<p>Thy gardens and thy gallant walks<br>
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Continually are green;<br>
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There grow such sweet and pleasant flow’rs,<br>
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As nowhere else are seen;<br>
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Quite through the streets, with silver sound,<br>
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The flood of life doth flow,<br>
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Upon whose banks on every side,<br>
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The wood of life doth grow.</p>
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<p>There trees forevermore bear fruit,<br>
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And evermore do spring,<br>
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There evermore the angels sit,<br>
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And evermore do sing.<br>
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Jerusalem, my happy home,<br>
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Would God I were in thee!<br>
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Would God my woes were at an end,<br>
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Thy joys that I might see!</p>
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