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122 The Book of Praise.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
Would God I were in thee ! Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see !
Anon. "F.B.P? [1616.] |
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Sweet place, sweet place alone ! The court of God most High, The Heaven of Heavens, the Throne Of spotless majesty !
O happy place !
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ?
The stranger homeward bends, And sigheth for his rest: Heaven is my home, my friends Lodge there in Abraham's breast: O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ?
Earth's but a sorry tent Pitch'd for a few frail days, A short-leas'd tenement; Heaven's still my song, my praise. O happy place ! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face ? |
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