Jerusalem, Thou City Built on High!

Jerusalem

thou ci­ty built on high!

Oh that I were in thee:

With full de­sire my heart doth up­ward fly

Nor long­er rests in me.

Far ov­er dale and mount­ain

Far o’er the earth’s wide field

My heart to God as­cend­ing

Itself to Him doth yield.

O glo­ri­ous ci­ty! thee my spir­it hails:

Unfold thy gates of grace:

With long de­lay my heart with­in me fails

For you

pure dwell­ing place!

Forth from this day of ev­il

Life which I scarce­ly live

I seek that land of pro­mise

Which God to me doth give.

The el­ders there and pro­phets’ no­ble band

And Christ’s whole com­pa­ny

Who bear the cross’ yoke at His com­mand

For Him pre­pared to die—

I see in joy­ous free­dom

And glo­ry sweep­ing by:

All with bright beams sur­round­ed

As suns they shine on high.

When at the last I thi­ther shall as­cend

To that bright para­dise

The joy shall fill my heart that knows no end;

Praise from my lips shall rise.

The blest their hal­le­lu­jahs

In glo­ry there pro­long

And raise their glad ho­san­nas

In ev­er­last­ing song.