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ERUSALEM the golden!

With milk and honey blest;

Beneath Thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice opprest.

I know not, oh! I know not

What joys await us there;

What radiancy of glory,

What bliss beyond compare.

They stand, those halls of Sion,

All jubilant with song,

And bright with many an angel,

And all the martyr throng:

The Prince is ever in them,

The daylight is serene;

The pastures of the blessed

Are decked in glorious sheen.

There is the throne of David;

And there from care released,

The shout of them that triumph,

The song of them that feast;

And they, who with their Leader,

Have conquered in the fight,

For ever and for ever

Are clad in robes of white.

O sweet and blessed country,

The Home of elect

O sweet and blessed country,

That eager hearts expect!

, In mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;

Who art, with the ,

And, ever blest. Amen.