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 In thee no sickness is at all, no grief, no toil, no care, There is no death nor ugly sight, but life for evermore. No dimning clouds o'ershadow thee, no dim nor darksome night, For every soul shines as the sun, for God himself gives light. There lust nor lucre cannot dwell, there envy bears no sway, There is no hunger, thirst nor heat, but pleasure every way. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, would God I were in thee, O that my sorrows had an end, thy joys that I might see; No pains no pangs no bitter griefs, no woful night is there, No sigh, no sob, no cry is heard, no willaway nor fear. Jerusalem the city is, of God our King alone, The Lamb of God the light thereof, sits there upon the throne. Ah! God, that I Jerusalem, with speed may go behold, For why? the pleasures there abound, with tongue cannot be told.