Text: | Jerusalem, Jerusalem |
1 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Thou city ever blest,
Within thy portals first I find
My safety, peace, and rest.
Here dangers always threaten me,
My days in strife are spent,
And labor, sorrow, worry, grief,
That is at best their strength.
2 No wonder, then, that more and more
My longings do increase,
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
For thee, and never cease,
My lineage, too, to thee I trace,
A stranger in the earth,
In thee my burgherhip I have,
In thee I have my birth.
3 No wonder, then, that I do long,
O blessed home, for thee,
Where finally I shall have rest,
From sin and sorrow free;
Where tears and weeping are no more,
Nor death, nor pain, nor night,
For former things are passed away
In yonder home of light.
4 Now all for me has lost its charm
Which here so much is praised,
Since on the cross, through faith, I saw
My Saviour, Jesus, raised.
My goal is fixed, one thing I ask,
Whate'er the price may be,
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Soon to arrive in thee.
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First Line: | Jerusalem, Jerusalem |
Title: | Jerusalem, Jerusalem |
Publication Date: | 1909 |
Topic: | The Christian Graces; Hope: Heavenly Glory |
Notes: | Author from index: Lina Sandell |