Rejoice
ye saints of God!
Before your weary eyes
The shining mansions of the blest
On Jordan’s bank arise.
Strike all your harps in joy!
Loud let your praises ring!
It is the new Jerusalem
The city of the King!
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Lift high the joyful song!
For which we’ve struggled long!
As strangers we have wandered
Far in a desert land;
Our exile now is over
Behold our native strand!
Within those gates of pearl
Nor sin
nor death can come;
No night
nor sorrow shall o’ercloud
The soul’s eternal home.
Rest shall be yours from toil;
Sweet peace
instead of pain;
The discord of the earth shall cease
The love of God shall reign.
Speed on
O pilgrim host
With feet that never tire;
Soon shall you reach that golden strand
The goal of your desire.
Hark! ’Tis an angel’s song
Borne to you on the wind
Come
faithful souls
and in your Lord
Eternal solace find.
The weary warfare’s past
And death and hell are trampled down
Beneath your feet at last.
Throughout unending years
Glad praises shall you sing
Within the new Jerusalem
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