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 Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thy joys fain would I see, Come quickly, Lord, and end my grief and take me home to thee. O plant thy name in my forehead, and take me hence away, That I may dwell with thee in bless, and sing thy praises ay. Jerusalem, the happy throne, Jehovah's throne on high. O sacred city, queen and wife, of Christ eternally O comely queen, with glory clad, with honour and degree, All fair thou art, excelling bright, no spot is found in thee. I long to see Jerusalem, the comfort of us all; For thou art sweet and beautiful, no ill can thee befal. In thee Jerusalem, I say, no darkness dare appear, No night, no shade, no winter foul, no time doth alter there. No candles need, no moons to shine, no glittering stars to light, For Christ the sun of righteousness, for ever shineth bright.