Hymnal: A Selection of Christian Hymns
Date: 1818
Compiler: Rice Haggard
Publisher/Printer: John Norvell
First Line: Jerusalem my happy home
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Hymn Number: 338
Page Number: 324, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsJerusalem, my happy home,
O how I long for thee!
When shall my sorrows have an end,
My joys when shall I see?
Thy gardens and thy pleasant greens,
My study long have been;
Such sparkling gems by human sight,
Have never yet been seen.
Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are paved with Gold.
If heaven be thus glorious Lord,
What is it keeps me thence?
What folly 'tis that I should dread
To die and go from hence.
Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.
Jesus my love's to glory gone;
Him will I go and see;
And all my friends on earth below
I hope will follow me.
My friends, I bid you all adieu,
I leave you in God's care,
And if on earth we meet no more,
Go on, I'll meet you there.
There we shall meet and no more part,
All heaven shall ring with praise,
While Jesus' love, in every heart,
Shall tune the song, "Free grace."
Millions of years around may roll,
Our songs shall still abound;
While raptures burst from every soul,
In sweet melodious sound.
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.