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ERUSALEM, my happy home,
2 Thy walls are all of precious stone,
3 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks, - My study long have been; Such dazzling views of human sight, Have never yet been seen. o R4 If heaven be thus so glorious, Lord, o Why should I stay from thence? what folly's this that I should dread To die and go from hence!
5 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
6 Jesus, my Lord to glory's gone,
8 When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise, Than when we first begun.
S near to Calvary I pass,
Where a poor victim hangs;
Gasping in dying pangs.
* Surpris’d the spectacle to see,