Used by permission 235 Materna C. M. D. Samuel A. Ward, 1882 4 4 10 Moth · er dear, Je ru · salem, When shall I come to 2 Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Con - tin - ual - ly are 0:4 4 When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall Where grow such sweet and pleas - ant flow'rs, As no where else are thee? green, I see? seen. toil. care, nor In thee no sor-row can be found, Nor grief, nor 3 No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, The King that sitteth on thy throne 198 4 Those trees for evermore bear fruit, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! Francis Baker, 1616 Alt. David Dickson, 1649 Fling o pen wide the gold - en gates, And let the victors in. A-men. A paid! 3 0 then what raptured greetings That brimmed with tears of late; Nor widows desolate. 4 Bring near Thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for sinners slain; Fill up the roll of Thine elect, Thine exiles long for home: Show in the heav'ns Thy promised sign! Thou Prince and Saviour, come! Henry Alford, 1867 With sal-va-tion's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. Amen. Grace which, like the Lord, the giver, Never fails from age to age. 3 Round each habitation hovering, Which He gives them when they pray. 4 Blest inhabitants of Sion, Washed in the Redeemer's blood! Jesus, Whom their souls rely on, Makes them kings and priests to God. 'Tis His love His people raises Over self to reign as kings: |