Jerusalem, my happy home
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Jerusalem, my happy home,O, how I long for thee!When will my sorrows have an end?Thy joys when shall I see?
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Thy walls are all of precious stone,Most glorious to behold;Thy gates are richly set with pearl,Thy streets are paved with gold.
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Thy garden and thy pleasant walksMy study long have been;Such dazzling views, by human sightHave never yet been seen.
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Lord, help us by thy mighty graceTo keep in view the prizeTill thou dost come to take us homeTo that blest paradise.