558. C. M. Christian Psalmist. The Society of Heaven. 1 Jerusalem! my glorious home! Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end In joy, and peace and thee? When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold. 2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. 3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there, Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. Jerusalem! my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see.
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