EWING. 7.6.7.6. D. ALEXANDER EWING. Amen. 395 "And he shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem.”—Rev. xxi. 10. FI JERUSALEM the golden! With milk and honey blest! Beneath thy contemplation dim. Sink heart and voice oppressed. cres. I know not, oh! I know not What joys await us there, What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare ! 2 They stand, those halls of Sion, The daylight is serene; Are decked in glorious sheen. 3 There is the throne of David, And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast: And they, who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. 4 Jerusalem the glorious ! To that bright land of rest, 398 To-day shalt thou be with Me in Paradise."-St. Luke xxiii. 43. PI JESU, meek and lowly, Bending low before Thee, 4 By that fount of blessing cres. Turn Thou into gladness. |