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"Song Of Jerusalem"


Jerusalem

Our Happy Home

When shall we come to thee

When shall our sorrows have an end?

Thy joys when shall we see?


They see no man that sent her there

Their palms spring from the ground

No tongue can tell, no heart can think

What joys do there abound


Jerusalem

Our Happy Home

When shall we come to thee

When shall our sorrows have an end?

Thy joys when shall we see


Fair Magdalene hath dried her tears

She'll sing no more to thee

Nor wet the ringlets of her hair

To wash her savior's feet


Jerusalem

Our Happy Home

When shall we come to thee

When shall our sorrows have an end?

The joys when shall we see