| Song | Jerusalem On High My Song |
| Album | Epiphany Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Jerusalem On High My Song |
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Jerusalem On High
My Song And City Is,
My Home Whene’er I Die,
The Center 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,
All Clothed In Pure Array,
Their Scars With Glory Crowned:
Ah Woe Is Me! That I
In Kedar’s Tents Here Stay;
No Place Like That On High;
Lord, Thither Guide My Way. Refrain
