510. O mother dear, Jerusalem
C.M.
Jerusalem (Staniforth):
T. Worsley Staniforth, 1866
Materna:
Samuel A. Ward, c. 1882
"F. B. P.", 1583;
Alt.
O mother dear, Jerusalem, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? | O happy harbour of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow can be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. | No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun; For God himself gives light. | 465 O my sweet home, Jerusalem, Thy joys when shall I see? The King that sitteth on thy throne In his felicity? | Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. | Right through thy streets, with silver sound, The living waters flow, And on the banks, on either side, The trees of life do grow. | Those trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring: There evermore the angels are And evermore do sing. | Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! | |