1 Jerusalem, our heavenly home,
Name to us ever dear,

When will the Saviour come, and thou
To us, his saints appear.

2 When shall these eyes thy jasper walls
And gates of pearl survey;
The fabric reared on precious stones
Of every brilliant ray?

3 Transpårent as the crystal glass,
And formed of purest gold;
Perfection's height art thou, of all
That man can e'er behold.

4 O when, thou city of our God,
Wilt thou for us descend,
And our eternal Sabbath come,
When praise shall never end?

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OPEN THY GATES. 7s. D.

MENDELSSOHN.

City of our God renowned,

Where the ransomed shall be crowned,
Where the holy angels wait,
Lingering at each pearly gate,
Welcoming the ransomed throngs
Which to Zion come with songs;

|: Holy city, fair and free,

Open wide thy gates to me.

2 Streaming through the jasper walls, Light upon the nations falls; Light from God, the great I AM, Light from Christ, the spotless Lamb, Light that never disappears Through the glad, eternal years ;— : Holy city, fair and free,

Open wide thy gates to me. :||

3 From beneath that throne of light, Lo, a river clear and bright, Life's unceasing torrent rolls, Satisfying thirsty souls; Whosoever will may taste All the fullness of that grace: |: Holy city, fair and free,

Open wide thy gates to me. :|| 4 To that home my steps I bend,

There my pilgrimage shall end,
Where the ransomed wave their palms,
Wear their crowns and chant their psalms,
Enter their eternal rest,

Saved, and glorified, and blest : |: Holy city, fair and free,

Open wide thy gates to me. :||

1 For thee, O dear, dear city,

Mine eyes their vigils keep;
For very love, beholding

Thy happy name, they weep.
The mention of thy glory

Is unction to the breast,
And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest.
2 With jasper glow thy bulwarks,

Thy streets with emeralds blaze;
The sardius and the topaz

Unite in thee their rays;
Thine ageless walls are bounded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints build up its fabric,
The corner-stone is Christ.

3 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean;
Thou hast no time, bright day:
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away :
Upon the Rock of Ages

They raise thy holy tower;

Thine is the victor's laurel,

And thine the golden dower.

1887

1 Jerusalem, the glorious! The glory of th' elect,O dear and future vision

That eager hearts expect! Ev'n now by faith I see thee, Ev'n here thy walls discern; To thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive, and pant, and yearn! 2 The cross is all thy splendor, The Crucified, thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise ;Jerusalem! exulting

On that securest shore,

I love thee, wish thee, sing thee,
And love thee evermore !

3 O sweet and blessed city,

J. M. NEALE.

Shall I e'er see thy face? O sweet and blessed city, Shall I e'er win thy grace? Exult, O dust and ashes!

The Lord shall be thy part;
His only, his forever,

Thou shalt be, and thou art!
J. M. NEALE