Jerusalem on high
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Jerusalem on high My song amd 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? There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live; There angels to him sing, And lowly homage give: The patriarchs of old There from their travels cease; The prophets there behold Their longed-for Prince of Peace: The Lamb's apostles there I might with joy behold, The harpers I might hear Harping on harps of gold: 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; O happy, etc. |
Quae Sion est supra canatur urbs mihi, futura post mea focusque gaudii: felix locus, si videam ibi tuam frontem, Deus! Rex est ibi meus, addictus hic neci, strati quem cantibus salutant angeli: Non inde se movent Moyses et Abraham; vates ratam vident spem messianicam. Agni satellites quam laetus videam! Et aureas fides libens ibi audiam. Pro Deo saucii in aulis ibi sunt notasque splendidi cum gloria ferunt. Heu! me tentoria in Kedar tendere! maluerim supra: duc eo, Domine: felix locus, etc. |