Hymn 255
Jerusalem on high
Jerusalem t’ọrun
- Jerusalem on high
My song and city is,
My home whene'er I die,
The centre of my bliss:
O happy place!
When shall I be,
My GOD, with Thee,
To see Thy Face? - Thy walls are made of pearls,
My heavenly city bright
The gates are dazzling white,
Thy streets are paved with gold
O happy place! etc. - The sun does not light there
Neither is there the moon,
All these are not needed
For Jesus is the light
O happy place! etc. - There dwells my Lord, my King,
Judged here unfit to live;
There Angels to Him sing,
And lowly homage give:
O happy place! etc. - The Patriarchs of old
There from their travels cease;
The Prophets there behold
Their longed-for Prince of Peace:
O happy place! etc. - The LAMB's Apostles there
I might with joy behold;
The harpers I might hear
Harping on harps of gold;
O happy place! etc. - The bleeding Martyrs, they
Within those courts are found,
Clothed in pure array,
Their scars with glory crowned:
O happy place! etc. - Ah, woe is me, that I
In Kedar's tents here stay:
No place like that on high;
LORD, thither guide my way:
O happy place! etc. Amin.