Jerusalem on high

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    CGS No.: 
    347

    Verse 1
    Jerusalem on high
    My song and city is,
    My home whene'er I die,
    The centre of my bliss:

    Chorus
    O happy place!
    When shall I be,
    My GOD, with Thee,
    To see Thy Face?

    Verse 2
    Thy walls are made of pearls,
    My heavenly city bright
    The gates are dazzling white,
    Thy streets are paved with gold

    Chorus
    O happy place!
    When shall I be,
    My GOD, with Thee,
    To see Thy Face?

    Verse 3
    The sun does not light there
    Neither is there the moon,
    All these are not needed
    For Jesus is the light

    Chorus
    O happy place!
    When shall I be,
    My GOD, with Thee,
    To see Thy Face?

    Verse 4
    There dwells my Lord, my King,
    Judged here unfit to live;
    There Angels to Him sing,
    And lowly homage give:

    Chorus
    O happy place!
    When shall I be,
    My GOD, with Thee,
    To see Thy Face?

    Verse 5
    The Patriarchs of old
    There from their travels cease;
    The Prophets there behold
    Their longed-for Prince of Peace:

    Chorus
    O happy place!
    When shall I be,
    My GOD, with Thee,
    To see Thy Face?

    Verse 6
    The LAMB's Apostles there
    I might with joy behold;
    The harpers I might hear
    Harping on harps of gold;

    Chorus
    O happy place!
    When shall I be,
    My GOD, with Thee,
    To see Thy Face?

    Verse 7
    The bleeding Martyrs, they
    Within those courts are found,
    Clothed in pure array,
    Their scars with glory crowned:

    Chorus
    O happy place!
    When shall I be,
    My GOD, with Thee,
    To see Thy Face?

    Verse 8
    Ah! woe is me! that I
    In Kedar's tents here stay:
    No place like that on high;
    LORD, thither guide my way:

    Chorus
    O happy place!
    When shall I be,
    My GOD, with Thee,
    To see Thy Face?