886. JERUSALEM ON HIGH

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JERUSALEM on high
My song and city is,
My home where’er I die,
The centre of my bliss:

CHORUS

O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face!

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

The prophets I might hear,
The mighty men of old;
The Lord’s apostles there
I might with joy behold:

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

Ah me! Ah me! That I
In Kedar’s tents here stay;
No place like that on high;
Lord, thither guide my way.