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?