Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ?

2  Jerusalem  the  city  is

Of  God  our  King  alone ;
The  Lamb  of  God,  its  light  and  bliss.
Sits  on  His  glorious  throne.
3  O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints  !

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil !
In  thee  no  sorrow  may  be  found.
No  grief,  no  care,  no  toil.
4  No  dimming  clouds  o'ershadow  thee.
No  dull  nor  darksome  night  I
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun.
For  God  Himself  gives  light.
TWENTY-THIRD   SUNDAY   AFTER  TRINITY.  261

5  Jerusalem  !  Ood's  dwelling-place !

1  love  and  long  to  see;

O  that  my  sorrows  had  an  end.
That  I  might  dwell  in  thee.
6  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stones.
Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square ;
Thy  gates  are  made  of  orient  pearl,
O  God  I  if  I  were  there  1

7  "With  cherubim  and  seraphim,

And  holy  souls  of  men.
To  sing  Thy  praise,  O  God  of  hosts.
For  ever,  and  amen  1

Francis  Baker ^  i6i6.
Altered  by  David  Dickson^  >649.
^They  desire  a  better  country ^  that  is,  an  heavenly,^*
)Q  7J&  6s.
FOR  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country  I
Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep ;
For  very  love,  beholding
Thy  happy  name,  they  weep.
2  The  mention  of  thy  glory

Is  unction  to  the  breast.
And  medicine  in  sickness,
And  love,  and  life,  and  rest.
3  O  one,  O  only  mansion  !

O  Paradise  of  joy  !
Where  tears  are  ever  banished,
And  smiles  have  no  alloy ;

4  The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor ;

The  Crucified  thy  praise ;
His  laud  and  benediction
Thy  ransomed  people  raise.
5  With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks.
