Himne Indonesia

Mazmur 45:9-17

Kidung Agung 1:1--8:14

Wahyu 19:7-8

Wahyu 21:2

Himne Inggris

Mazmur 45:9-17

• [Mzm 45:11] O Royal Bride, Give Heed

  O royal bride, give heed, And to my words attend; For Christ the King forsake the world And every former friend. Thy beauty and thy grace Shall then delight the King; He only is thy rightful Lord, To Him thy worship bring. To thee, since thou art His, Great honor shall be shown; The rich shall bring their gifts to thee, Thy glory they shall own. Enthroned in royal state, All glorious thou shalt dwell, With garments fair, inwrought with gold; The Church He loveth well. And they that honor thee Shall in thy train attend, And to the palace of the King Shall joyfully ascend. O King of royal race, Thy sons of heavenly birth, Thou wilt endow with kingly gifts As princes in the earth. Thy Name shall be proclaimed Through all succeeding days, And all the nations of the earth Shall give Thee endless praise.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 45:15] There Is Coming On A Day Of Great Rejoicing

  There is coming on a great day of rejoicing, When all the ransomed shall gather, their Lord as King to crown; All earth’s sorrow and its sin then disappearing, Every heart will the Savior then own. Refrain O the crowning day is coming, Hallelujah! O the crowning day is coming, Praise the Lord! For our Savior-King shall reign, He shall have His own again, Hallelujah, Hallelujah! From far distant lands battalions now are marching, Who will have part in the honors which Jesus will bestow; God be praised for all the souls that now are starting, Swelling the hosts that to victory go. Refrain Do you, comrades, feel at times a bit downhearted, When in the fight all looks dark, and the foe seems fierce and strong? At such times I find my fear has all departed When I remember that day coming on. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Kidung Agung 1:1--8:14

• [Kid 1:3] How Sweet The Name Of Jesus Sounds

  How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer’s ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; ’Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. Dear Name, the Rock on which I build, My Shield and Hiding Place, My never failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace! By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am owned a child. Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, O Prophet, Priest and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I’ll praise Thee as I ought. Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath, And may the music of Thy Name Refresh my soul in death!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 1:3] Jesu, The Virgins’ Crown

  Jesu, the virgins’ Crown, do Thou Accept us as in prayer we bow, Born of that virgin whom alone The mother and the maid we own. Amongst the lilies Thou dost feed, And thither choirs of virgins lead, Adorning all Thy chosen brides With glorious gifts Thy love provides. And whither, Lord, Thy footsteps wend, The virgins still with praise attend; For Thee they pour their sweetest song, And after Thee rejoicing throng. O gracious Lord, we Thee implore Thy grace on every sense to pour; From all pollution keep us free, And make us pure in heart for Thee. All praise to God the Father be, All praise, Eternal Son, to Thee, Whom with the Spirit we adore For ever and for evermore.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 1:3] Jesus Is The Sweetest Name I Know

  There have been names that I have loved to hear, But never has there been a name so dear To this heart of mine, as the Name divine, The precious, precious Name of Jesus. Refrain Jesus is the sweetest name I know, And He’s just the same as His lovely Name, And that’s the reason why I love Him so; Oh, Jesus is the sweetest name I know. There is no name in earth or Heav’n above, That we should give such honor and such love As the blessèd Name, let us all acclaim, That wondrous, glorious Name of Jesus. Refrain And some day I shall see Him face to face To thank and praise Him for His wondrous grace, Which He gave to me, when He made me free, The blessèd Son of God called Jesus. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 1:4] And Now, O Father, Mindful Of The Love

  And now, O Father, mindful of the love That bought us, once for all, on Calvary’s tree, And having with us Him that pleads above, We here present, we here spread forth to Thee, That only offering perfect in Thine eyes, The one true, pure, immortal sacrifice. Look, Father, look on His anointed face, And only look on us as found in Him; Look not on our misusings of Thy grace, Our prayer so languid, and our faith so dim; For lo! between our sins and their reward, We set the passion of Thy Son our Lord. And then for those, our dearest and our best, By this prevailing presence we appeal; O fold them closer to Thy mercy’s breast! O do Thine utmost for their souls’ true weal! From tainting mischief keep them white and clear, And crown Thy gifts with strength to persevere. And so we come; O draw us to Thy feet, Most patient Savior, who canst love us still! And by this food, so awful and so sweet, Deliver us from every touch of ill: In Thine own service make us glad and free, And grant us nevermore to part with Thee.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 1:4] In Memory Of The Savior’s Love

  In memory of the Savior’s love We keep the sacred feast, When every humble, contrite heart Is made a welcome guest. Symbolic of His broken flesh, We take the broken bread, The cup in token of His blood That was for sinners shed. Under His banner now we sing The wonders of His love And so anticipate by faith The heav’nly feast above.
  Play	source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 1:14] As The Bridegroom To His Chosen

  As the bridegroom to his chosen, As the king unto his realm, As keep unto the castle, As the pilot to the helm, So, Lord, art Thou to me. As the fountain in the garden, As the candle in the dark, As the treasure in the coffer, As the manna in the ark, So, Lord, art Thou to me. As the ruby in the setting, As the honey in the comb, As the light within the lantern, As the father in the home, So, Lord, art Thou to me. As the sunshine in the heavens, As the image in the glass, As the fruits upon the fig tree, As the dew upon the grass, So, Lord, art Thou to me.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:1] Down In The Valley

  Down in the valley ’midst lilies sweet scented, There is the Friend Whom I love and revere. Oh, I will follow His steps so contented As on the breeze His sweet Name I can hear. Refrain O Thou, God’s precious Son, Who gave Thy life for me, I am so thankful, Lord, that Thou loved me. Thee I am seeking, oh, heed my imploring; Whither in fragrance dost Thou take repose? Where Thou at midday Thy flock art restoring, Shaded from heat where the clear fountain flows? Refrain Now I have found Thee, O Jesus, my Savior; Let me eternally say, Thou art mine. Hide not Thy face from the soul seeking favor; Hast Thou not sought me and said I am Thine? Refrain Sweet as Thy voice have the angels ne’er spoken; Soft as Thy smile can the light never be. Press me so near to Thy heart in love’s token. Oh, to be Thine, that means heaven to me. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:1] Jesus, Rose Of Sharon

  Jesus, Rose of Sharon, bloom within my heart; Beauties of Thy truth and holiness impart, That where’er I go my life may shed abroad Fragrance of the knowledge of the love of God. Refrain Jesus, blessèd Jesus, Rose of Sharon, Bloom in radiance And in love within my heart. Jesus, Rose of Sharon, sweeter far to see Than the fairest flow’rs of earth could ever be, Fill my life completely, adding more each day Of Thy grace divine and purity, I pray. Refrain Jesus, Rose of Sharon, balm for ev’ry ill, May Thy tender mercy’s healing power distil For afflicted souls of weary burdened men, Giving needy mortals health and hope again. Refrain Jesus, Rose of Sharon, bloom forevermore; Be Thy glory seen on earth from shore to shore, Till the nations own Thy sov’reignty complete, Lay their honors down and worship at Thy feet. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:1] Lily Of The Valley, The

  I have found a friend in Jesus, He’s everything to me, He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul; The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. In sorrow He’s my comfort, in trouble He’s my stay; He tells me every care on Him to roll. Refrain He’s the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star, He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. He all my grief has taken, and all my sorrows borne; In temptation He’s my strong and mighty tower; I have all for Him forsaken, and all my idols torn From my heart and now He keeps me by His power. Though all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore, Through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal. Refrain He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here, While I live by faith and do His blessèd will; A wall of fire about me, I’ve nothing now to fear, From His manna He my hungry soul shall fill. Then sweeping up to glory to see His blessèd face, Where the rivers of delight shall ever roll. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:1] Valley Lilies

  Valley lilies, meek and lowly, Let me hear your message sweet, Tell of Christ the pure and holy, Bending as to touch His feet. Snowy lilies of the valley, Speak again your message rare; Testify to me of Jesus, Heaven’s Lily, wondrous fair! Valley lilies, golden hearted, Love’s sweet mission you fulfill, For you tell in perfumed language, How He wrought His Father’s will. Valley lilies, cups inverted, Still the Master you proclaim: Empty of all pomp and glory, To redeem the world He came.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:4] All Over The World

  Bear the good tidings all over the world, Let the bright banner of love be unfurled, Wherever sorrow and sin shall be found, There let the news of salvation resound. Refrain All over the world, All over the world, Let the bright banner of love be unfurled, All over the world. Plant in the wilderness Sharon’s sweet rose, Blessing will follow wherever it goes; Led, onward led by the Lord’s guiding hand, Open “fresh springs” in the dry, thirsty land. Refrain Think of the millions who never have heard One precious promise from God’s holy Word; Think of the lives marred and darkened by sin, Tell them the story that brings light within. Refrain Oh, what a song shall in Heaven be sung! By every nation and kindred and tongue; Some may be there through our efforts and prayer, Joy everlasting together we’ll share. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:4] At Thy Feet, Our God And Father

  At Thy feet, our God and Father, Who has blest us all our days, We with grateful hearts would gather, To begin this hour with praise: Praise for light so brightly shining On our steps from Heaven above; Praise for mercies daily twining Round us golden cords of love. Jesus, for Thy love most tender, On the cross for sinners shown, We would praise Thee, and surrender All our hearts to be Thine own: With so blest a Friend provided, We upon our way would go, Sure of being safely guided, Guarded well from every foe. Every day will be the brighter When Thy gracious face we see; Every burden will be lighter When we know it comes from Thee, Spread Thy love’s broad banner o’er us, Give us strength to serve and wait, Till the glory breaks before us Through the City’s open gate.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:4] Go Forward, Christian Soldier

  Go forward, Christian soldier, Beneath His banner true: The Lord Himself, thy Leader, Shall all thy foes subdue. His love foretells thy trials; He knows thine hourly need; He can with bread of Heaven Thy fainting spirit feed. Go forward, Christian soldier, Fear not the secret foe; Far more o’er thee are watching Than human eyes can know: Trust only Christ, thy Captain; Cease not to watch and pray; Heed not the treacherous voices That lure thy soul astray. Go forward, Christian soldier, Nor dream of peaceful rest, Till Satan’s host is vanquished And Heav’n is all possessed; Till Christ Himself shall call thee To lay thine armor by, And wear in endless glory The crown of victory. Go forward, Christian soldier, Fear not the gath’ring night: The Lord has been thy Shelter; The Lord will be thy Light. When morn His face revealeth, Thy dangers are all past: O pray that faith and virtue May keep thee to the last!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:4] His Banner Over Us

  We are children of the King, And His praises we will sing, As we journey to our home above— His banner over us is love! Refrain Marching! Marching! With happy hearts we onward move; No foe we fear, with our Captain near— His banner over us is love! He, the glorious Son of God, Hath the way before us trod; Over every foe we’ll conqu’ror prove— His banner over us is love! Refrain Fearless in our Leader’s might, Strong to do and dare the right; We will journey to our home above— His banner over us is love! Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:4] Jesus Spreads His Banner O’er Us

  Jesus spreads his banner o’er us, Cheers our famished souls with food; He the banquet spreads before us, Of His mystic flesh and blood. Precious banquet, bread of heaven, Wine of gladness, flowing free; May we taste it, kindly given, In remembrance, Lord, of Thee. In Thy holy incarnation, When the angels sang Thy birth; In Thy fasting and temptation, In Thy labors on the earth, In Thy trial and rejection, In Thy sufferings on the tree, In Thy glorious resurrection, May we, Lord, remember Thee. The usually omitted first verse: While the sons of earth retiring, From the sacred temple roam; Lord, Thy light and love desiring, To Thine altar fain we come. Children of our heavenly Father, Friends and brethren we would be; While we round Thy table gather, May our hearts be one in Thee.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:4] O God, Whose Love Is Over All All

  O God, whose love is over all The children of Thy grace, Whose rich and tender blessings fall On every age and place, Hear Thou the songs and prayers we raise In eager joy to Thee, And teach us, as we sound Thy praise, In all things Thee to see. To see Thee in the sun by day And in the stars by night, In waving grass and ocean spray And leaves and flowers bright; To hear Thy voice, like spoken word, In every breeze that blows, In every song of every bird, And every brook that flows. To see Thee in each quiet home Where faith and love abide, In school and church, where all may come To seek Thee side by side; To see Thee in each human life, Each struggling human heart, Each path by which, in eager strife, Men seek the better part.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:4] Surrounded By Unnumbered Foes

  Surrounded by unnumbered foes, Against my soul the battle goes; Yet though I weary, sore distressed, I know that I shall reach my rest: I lift my tearful eyes above— His banner over me is love. Its sword my spirit will not yield, Though flesh may faint upon the field; He waves before my fading sight The branch of palm, the crown of light: I lift my brightening eyes above— His banner over me is love. My cloud of battle-dust may dim, His veil of splendor curtain Him; And in the midnight of my fear I may not feel Him standing near: But, as I lift mine eyes above, His banner over me is love.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:8] His Voice, As The Sound Of The Dulcimer Sweet

  His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet, is heard through the shadows of death; The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet, the air is perfumed with His breath. His lips as the fountain of righteousness flow, that waters the garden of grace, From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know, and bask in the smiles of His face. O! Thou in Whose presence my soul takes delight, on Whom in affliction I call; My Comfort by day, and my Song in the night, my Hope, my Salvation, my All— Where dost Thou at noontide resort with Thy sheep, to feed on the pastures of love? Say, why in the valley of death should I weep, or ’lone in the wilderness rove? O! why should I wander an alien from thee, and cry in the desert for bread? Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, and smile at the tears I have shed. Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen the Star that on Israel shone? Say if in your tents my Belovèd hath been, and where, with His flock, is He gone? “What is thy Belovèd, thou dignified fair? What excellent beauties hath He? His charms and perfections be pleased to declare, that we may embrace Him with thee.” This is my Belovèd, His form is divine; His vestments shed odor around; The locks on His head are as grapes on the vine, when autumn with plenty is crowned. The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow in the vales, on the banks of the streams On His cheeks in the beauty of excellence blow; His eyes are as quivers of beams. His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet is heard through the shadows of death; The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet, the air is perfumed with His breath.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:8] There’s A Light Upon The Mountains

  There’s a light upon the mountains, And the day is at the spring, When our eyes shall see the beauty And the glory of the King: Weary was our heart with waiting, And the night watch seemed so long, But His triumph day is breaking And we hail it with a song. In the fading of the starlight We may see the coming morn; And the lights of men are paling In the splendors of the dawn; For the eastern skies are glowing As with light of hidden fire, And the hearts of men are stirring With the throbs of deep desire. There’s a hush of expectation And a quiet in the air And the breath of God is moving In the fervent breath of prayer; For the suffering, dying Jesus Is the Christ upon the throne, And the travail of our spirit Is the travail of His own. He is breaking down the barriers, He is casting up the way; He is calling for His angels To build up the gates of day: But His angels here are human, Not the shining hosts above; For the drum beats of His army Are the heartbeats of our love. Hark! we hear a distant music And it comes with fuller swell; ’Tis the triumph song of Jesus, Of our King, Immanuel! Go ye forth with joy to meet Him! And, my soul, be swift to bring All thy sweetest and thy dearest For the triumph of our King!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:10] Come Away To The Skies

  Come away to the skies, my belovèd, arise And rejoice in the day thou wast born; On this festival day, come exulting away, And with singing to Zion return. We have laid up our love and our treasure above, Though our bodies continue below. The redeemed of the Lord will remember His Word, And with singing to paradise go. Now with singing and praise let us spend all the days By our heavenly Father bestowed, While His grace we receive from His bounty, and live To the honor and glory of God! For the glory we were first created to share, Both the nature and kingdom divine, Now created again that our lives may remain Throughout time and eternity Thine. We with thanks do approve the design Of that love that hath joined us to Jesus’ Name; Now united in heart, let us never more part, Till we meet at the feast of the Lamb. There, Oh! there at His feet, we shall all likewise meet, And be parted in body no more; We shall sing to our lyres, with the heavenly choirs, And our Savior in glory adore. Hallelujah! we sing to our Father and King, And His rapturous praises repeat: To the Lamb that was slain, Hallelujah again! Sing all Heaven and fall at His feet!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:10] O Voice Of The Beloved

  O voice of the Belovèd! Thy bride hath heard Thee say, “Rise up, My love, My fair one, Arise and come away. For lo, ’tis past, the winter, The winter of thy year; The rain is past and over, The flowers on earth appear. “And now the time of singing Is come for every bird; And over all the country The turtle dove is heard; The fig her green fruit ripens, The vines are in their bloom; Arise and smell their fragrance; My love, My fair one, come!” Yea, Lord! Thy Passion over, We know this life of ours Hath passed from death and winter To leaves and budding flowers; No more Thy rain of weeping In drear Gethsemane; No more the clouds and darkness, That veiled Thy bitter Tree. Our Easter Sun is risen! And yet we slumber long, And need Thy Dove’s sweet pleading To waken prayer and song. Oh breathe upon our deadness, Oh shine upon our gloom; Lord, let us feel Thy presence And rise and live and bloom.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:12] When Spring Unlocks The Flowers

  When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil; When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil; When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood; In God the earth rejoiceth still and owns his Maker good. The birds that wake the morning and those that love the shade; The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade; The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way, The moon and stars their Master’s Name in silent pomp display. Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky, Shall man alone, unthankful, his little praise deny? No; let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be, Thee, Master, must we always love, and Savior, honor Thee. The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade, The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade; The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree; But we, in nature’s latest hour, O Lord, will cling to Thee!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:14] Speak, I Pray Thee, Gentle Jesus!

  Speak, I pray Thee, gentle Jesus! O, how passing sweet Thy words, Breathing o’er my troubled spirit Peace which never earth affords. All the world’s distracting voices, All th’enticing tones of ill, At Thy accents mild, melodious, Are subdued, and all is still. Tell me Thou art mine, O Savior, Grant me an assurance clear; Banish all my dark misgivings, Still my doubting, calm my fear. O, my soul within me yearneth Now to hear Thy voice divine; So shall grief be gone for ever, And despair no more be mine.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:14] Sweeter Than All

  Christ will me His aid afford, Never to fall, never to fall, While I find my precious Lord, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain Jesus is now, and ever will be, Sweeter than all the world to me, Since I heard His loving call, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. I will follow all the way, Hearing Him call, hearing Him call, Finding Him, from day to day, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain Tho’ a vessel I may be, Broken and small, broken and small, Yet His blessings fall on me, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain When I reach the crystal sea, Voices will call, voices will call, But my Savior’s voice will be Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:16] I Know He Is Mine

  A long time I wandered in darkness and sin, And wondered if ever the light would shine in; I heard Christian friends speak of raptures divine, And I wished—how I wished—that their Savior were mine. I wished He were mine, yes, I wished He were mine; I wished—how I wished—that their Savior were mine. I heard the glad Gospel of “good will to men”; I read “whosoever” again and again; I said to my soul, “Can that promise be thine?” And then began hoping that Jesus was mine. I hoped He was mine, yes, I hoped He was mine, And then began hoping that Jesus was mine. Oh, mercy surprising! He saves even me! “Thy portion forever,” He says, “will I be”; On His Word I am resting—assurance divine: I am “hoping” no longer, I know He is mine. I know He is mine, yes, I know He is mine, I’m hoping no longer—I know He is mine.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:16] I Lift My Heart To Thee

  I lift my heart to Thee, Savior divine; For Thou art all to me, and I am Thine; Is there on earth a closer bond than this, That my Belovèd’s mine, and I am His? Thine am I by all ties; but chiefly Thine, That through Thy sacrifice Thou, Lord, art mine. By thine own cords of love, so sweetly wound, Around me, I to Thee am closely bound. To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb, I all things owe— All that I have, and am, and all I know. All that I have is now no longer mine, And I am not mine own; Lord, I am Thine. How can I, Lord, withhold life’s brightest hour From Thee; or gathered gold, or any power? Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee; When Thou hast giv’n Thine own dear self for me? I pray Thee, Savior, keep me in Thy love, Until death’s holy sleep shall me remove To that fair realm where, sin and sorrow o’er, Thou and Thine own are one forevermore.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:16] O Lamb Of God, Whose Love Divine

  O Lamb of God, whose love divine Draws virgin souls to follow Thee; And bids them earthly joys resign If so they may Thy beauty see; The saint of whom we sing today Was faithful to Thy loving call, And, casting other hopes away, Took Thee to be her God, her all. To Thee she yielded up her will, Her heart was drawn to Thine above; Content if Thou wouldst deign to fill Thine handmaid with Thy perfect love. Beneath Thy cross she loved to stand, Like Mary in Thy dying hour, That blessings from Thy piercèd hand Might clothe her with undying power; With power to win the crown of light For virgin souls laid up on high, And ready keep her lamp at night To hail the Bridegroom drawing nigh. And surely Thou at last didst come To end the sorrows of Thy bride, And bear her to Thy peaceful home With Thee for ever to abide. All glory, Jesu, for the grace That drew Thy saint to follow Thee; Grant us too in Thy love a place Both now and through eternity.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 2:17] ’tis Night—but O The Joyful Morn

  ’Tis night—but O the joyful morn Will soon our waiting spirits cheer; Yon gleams of coming glory warn Thy saints, O Lord, that Thou art near. Lord of our hearts, beloved of Thee, Weary of earth, we sigh to rest, Supremely happy, safe and free, For ever on Thy tender breast. To see Thee, love Thee, feel Thee near, Nor dread, as now, Thy transient stay; To dwell beyond the reach of fear Lest joy should wane or pass away. Children of hope, belovèd Lord! In Thee we live, we glory now; Our joy, our rest, our great reward, Our diadem of beauty, Thou! And when exalted, Lord, with Thee, Thy royal throne at length we share; To everlasting Thou shalt be Our diadem, our glory there!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 4:16] Christ Hath A Garden

  We are a garden walled around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot enclosed by grace Out of the world’s wide wilderness. Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father’s hand; And all His springs in Zion flow, To make the young plantation grow. Awake, O, heav’nly wind! and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit divine! descend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. Make our best spices flow abroad, To entertain our Savior God And faith, and love, and joy appear, And every grace be active here. Let my Belovèd come and taste His pleasant fruits at His own feast: “I come, My spouse, I come!” He cries, With love and pleasure in His eyes. Our Lord into His garden comes, Well pleased to smell our poor perfumes, And calls us to a feast divine, Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. “Eat of the tree of life, My friends, The blessings that My Father sends; Your taste shall all My dainties prove, And drink abundance of My love.” Jesus, we will frequent Thy board, And sing the bounties of our Lord; But the rich food on which we live Demands more praise than tongues can give.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 4:16] O Holy Ghost, Thy People Bless

  O Holy Ghost, Thy people bless Who long to feel Thy might, And fain would grow in holiness As children of the light. To Thee we bring, who art the Lord, Ourselves to be Thy throne; Let every thought and deed and word Thy pure dominion own. Life giving Spirit, o’er us move, As on the formless deep; Give life and order, light and love, Where now is death or sleep. Great Gift of our ascended King, His saving truth reveal; Our tongues inspire His praise to sing, Our hearts His love to feel. True Wind of Heav’n, from south or north, For joy or chastening, blow; The garden spices shall spring forth If Thou wilt bid them flow. O Holy Ghost, of sevenfold might, All graces come from Thee; Grant us to know and serve aright One God in Persons Three.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 5:9] Wond’ring World Inquires To Know, The

  The wond’ring world inquires to know Why I should love my Jesus so: “What are His charms,” say they, “above The objects of a mortal love?” Yes! my Belovèd, to my sight Shows a sweet mixture, red and white: All human beauties, all divine, In my Belovèd meet and shine. White is His soul, from blemish free; Red with the blood He shed for me; The fairest of ten thousand fairs; A sun among ten thousand stars. His head the finest gold excels; There wisdom in perfection dwells, And glory like a crown adorns Those temples once beset with thorns. Compassions in His heart are found, Hard by the signals of His wound: His sacred side no more shall bear The cruel scourge, the piercing spear. His hands are fairer to behold Than diamonds set in rings of gold; Those heav’nly hands, that on the tree Were nailed, and torn, and bled for me! Though once He bowed His feeble knees, Loaded with sins and agonies, Now on the throne of His command His legs like marble pillars stand. His eyes are majesty and love, The eagle tempered with the dove; No more shall trickling sorrows roll Through those dear windows of His soul. His mouth, that poured out long complaints, Now smiles and cheers His fainting saints; His countenance more graceful is Than Lebanon with all its trees. All over glorious is my Lord; Must be beloved, and yet adored; His worth if all the the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love Him, too.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 5:10] Savior Comes, No Outward Pomp, The

  The Saviour comes, no outward pomp, Bespeaks His presence nigh; No earthly beauty shines in Him, To draw the carnal eye. Refrain All beauty may we ever see, In God’s belovèd Son, The chiefest of ten thousand He, The only lovely One! Rejected and despised of men, Behold a man of woe! Grief was His close companion here, Through all His life below. Refrain Yet all the griefs He felt were ours, Ours were the woes He bore; Pangs not His own, His spotless soul, With bitter anguish tore. Refrain We all like sheep had gone astray, In ruin’s fatal road; On Him were our transgressions laid; He bore the mighty load. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 5:16] My Soul’s Best Friend, What Joy And Bless­ing

  My soul’s best Friend, what joy and blessing My spirit ever finds in Thee! From gloomy depths of doubt distressing Into Thine arms for rest I flee. There will the night of sorrow vanish When from my heart Thy love doth banish. All anguish and all pain and fear. Yea, here on earth begins my heaven; Who would not joyful be when given A loving Savior always near! For though the evil world revile me And prove herself my bitter foe Or by her smile seek to beguile me, I trust her not; her wiles I know. In Thee alone my soul rejoices, Thy praise alone it gladly voices, For Thou art true when friendships flee. The world may hate but cannot fell me; Would mighty waves of trial quell me I anchor in Thy loyalty. Thro’ deserts of the cross Thou leadest; I follow, leaning on Thy hand. From out the cloud Thy child Thou feedest And givest water from the sand. I trust Thy ways, howe’er distressing; For I know my path will end in blessing; Enough that Thou wilt be my Stay. For whom to honor Thou intendest Oft into sorrow’s vale Thou sendest; The night must e’er precede the day. My soul’s best Friend, how well contented Am I, reposing on Thy breast; By sin no more am I tormented Since Thou dost grant me peace and rest. Oh, may the grace that Thou has given For me a foretaste be of Heaven, Where I shall bask in joys divine! Away, vain world, with fleeting pleasures; In Christ I have abiding treasures. O, comfort sweet, my Friend is mine!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 5:16] O God Of Loveliness

  O God of loveliness, O Lord of Heaven above, How worthy to possess my heart’s devoted love. So sweet Thy countenance, so gracious to behold That one, one only glance to me were bliss untold. Thou art blest Three in One, yet undivided still, Thou art the One alone, whose love my heart can fill. The heav’ns and earth below were fashioned by Thy Word, How amiable art Thou, my ever dearest Lord. To think Thou art my God—O thought forever blest! My heart has overflowed with joy within my breast. My soul so full of bliss, is plunged as in a sea, Deep in the sweet abyss of holy charity. O Loveliness supreme, and Beauty infinite, O ever flowing Stream and Ocean of delight, O Life by which I live, my truest Life above, To Thee alone I give my undivided love.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 6:10] Fairest Lord Jesus

  Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature, O Thou of God and man the Son, Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, Thou, my soul’s glory, joy and crown. Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands, Robed in the blooming garb of spring; Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, Who makes the woeful heart to sing. Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight, And all the twinkling starry host; Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer Than all the angels heaven can boast. All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly, Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee; None can be nearer, fairer or dearer, Than Thou, my Savior, art to me. Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations! Son of God and Son of Man! Glory and honor, praise, adoration, Now and forever more be Thine. Beautiful Savior, King of Creation Son of God and Son of Man! Truly I’d love Thee, truly I’d serve Thee, Light of my soul, my joy, my crown. Fair are the meadows, Fair are the woodlands, Robed in the flowers of blooming spring; Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, He makes our sorrowing spirit sing. Fair is the sunshine, Fair is the moonlight, Bright the sparkling stars on high; Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer Than all the angels in the sky. Beautiful Savior, Lord of the nations, Son of God and Son of Man! Glory and honor, Praise, adoration Now and forevermore be Thine!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 6:10] O Jesu, Thou The Beauty Art

  O Jesu, Thou the beauty art Of angel worlds above; Thy Name is music to the heart, Enchanting it with love. Celestial sweetness unalloyed! Who eat Thee hunger still: Who drink of Thee still feel a void, Which naught but Thou can fill. O my sweet Jesus! hear the sighs Which unto Thee I send; To Thee mine inmost spirit cries, My being’s hope and end! Stay with us, Lord, and with Thy light Illume the soul’s abyss; Scatter the darkness of our night, And fill the world with bliss. O Jesu! spotless virgin-flower! Our life and joy! To Thee Be praise, beatitude, and power Through all eternity.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 8:5] Who Is This Fair One In Distress?

  Who is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness? And pressed with sorrows and with sins, On her belovèd Lord she leans. This is the spouse of Christ our God, Bought with the treasure of His blood; And her request and her complaint Is but the voice of every saint. “O let my name engraven stand Both on Thy heart and on Thy hand; Seal me upon Thine arm, and wear That pledge of love for ever there. “Stronger than death Thy love is known, Which floods of wrath could never drown; And hell and earth in vain combine To quench a fire so much divine. “But I am jealous of my heart, Lest it should once from Thee depart; Then let Thy Name be well impressed, As a fair signet on my breast. “Till Thou hast brought me to Thy home, Where fears and doubts can never come, Thy countenance let me often see, And often Thou shalt hear from me. “Come, my Belovèd, haste away, Cut short the hours of Thy delay; Fly like a youthful hart or roe Over the hills where spices grow.”

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kid 8:14] Fly, Ye Seasons

  Fly, ye seasons, fly still faster; Let the glorious day come on, When we shall behold our Master Seated on His heavenly throne; Then the Savior Shall descend to claim His own. What is earth with all its treasures, To the joy the Gospel brings? Well may we resign its pleasures, Jesus gives us better things; All His people Draw from Heaven’s eternal springs. But if here we taste of pleasure, What will Heaven itself afford? There our joy will know no measure; There we shall behold our Lord; There His people Shall obtain their bright reward. Fly, ye seasons, fly still faster; Swiftly bring the glorious day; Jesus, come, our Lord and Master! Come from Heaven without delay; Take Thy people, Take, O take us hence away!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Yesaya 62:4-5

• [Yes 62:4] Beulah Land

  I’ve reached the land of corn and wine, And all its riches freely mine; Here shines undimmed one blissful day, For all my night has passed away. Refrain O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land, As on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea, Where mansions are prepared for me, And view the shining glory shore, My Heav’n, my home forever more! My Savior comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we; He gently leads me by His hand, For this is Heaven’s border land. Refrain A sweet perfume upon the breeze, Is borne from ever vernal trees, And flow’rs, that never fading grow Where streams of life forever flow. Refrain The zephyrs seem to float to me, Sweet sounds to Heaven’s melody, As angels with the white robed throng Join in the sweet redemption song. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yes 62:4] Dwelling In Beulah Land

  Far away the noise of strife upon my ear is falling. Then I know the sins of earth beset on every hand. Doubt and fear and things of earth in vain to me are calling. None of these shall move me from Beulah Land. Refrain I’m living on the mountain, underneath a cloudless sky. I’m drinking at the fountain that never shall run dry. O yes! I’m feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply, For I am dwelling in Beulah Land. Far below the storm of doubt upon the world is beating. Sons of men in battle long the enemy withstand. Safe am I within the castle of God’s Word retreating. Nothing then can reach me—’tis Beulah Land. Refrain Let the stormy breezes blow, their cry cannot alarm me; I am safely sheltered here, protected by God’s hand. Here the sun is always shining, here there’s naught can harm me. I am safe forever in Beulah Land. Refrain Viewing here the works of God, I sink in contemplation. Hearing now His blessèd voice, I see the way He planned. Dwelling in the Spirit here I learn of full salvation. Gladly I will tarry in Beulah Land. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yes 62:4] I Have Entered Beulah Land

  Oh, my cup is overflowing With the goodness of the Lord; I am trusting in His mercy, And rejoicing in His Word. Refrain I have climbed the rugged mountain, On its summit now I stand; Hallelujah! hallelujah! I have entered Beulah land. From the sighing and the longing, That so oft my heart oppressed, With my Savior and Redeemer Now in perfect peace I rest. Refrain There’s a palace o’er the river And its jasper walls I see, And among its many mansions There is one prepared for me. Refrain I have climbed the rugged mountain, But my Savior led the way; Unto Him shall be the glory, When I reach eternal day. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yes 62:4] Is Not This The Land Of Beulah?

  I am dwelling on the mountain, Where the golden sunlight gleams O’er a land whose wondrous beauty Far exceeds my fondest dreams, Where the air is pure, ethereal, Laden with the breath of flowers, They are blooming by the fountain, ’Neath the amaranthine bow’rs. Refrain Is not this the Land of Beulah? Blessèd, blessèd land of light; Where the flowers bloom forever, And the sun is always bright. I can see far down the mountain, Where I wandered weary years, Often hindered in my journey, By the ghosts of doubt and fears; Broken vows and disappointments, Thickly sprinkled all the way, But the Spirit led, unerring, To the land I hold today. Refrain I am drinking at the fountain, Where I ever would abide, For I’ve tasted life’s pure river, And my soul is satisfied; There’s no thirsting for life’s pleasures, Nor adorning rich and gay, For I’ve found a richer treasure, One that fadeth not away. Refrain Tell me not of heavy crosses, Nor the burdens hard to bear, For I’ve found this great salvation Makes each burden light appear; And I love to follow Jesus, Gladly counting all but dross, Worldly honors all forsaking, For the glory of the cross. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yes 62:5] What If It Were Today?

  Jesus is coming to earth again; what if it were today? Coming in power and love to reign; what if it were today? Coming to claim His chosen Bride, all the redeemed and purified, Over this whole earth scattered wide; what if it were today? Refrain Glory, glory! Joy to my heart ’twill bring. Glory, glory! When we shall crown Him King. Glory, glory! Haste to prepare the way; Glory, glory! Jesus will come some day. Satan’s dominion will then be o’er, O that it were today! Sorrow and sighing shall be no more, O that it were today! Then shall the dead in Christ arise, caught up to meet Him in the skies, When shall these glories meet our eyes? What if it were today? Refrain Faithful and true would He find us here if He should come today? Watching in gladness and not in fear, if He should come today? Signs of His coming multiply; morning light breaks in eastern sky. Watch, for the time is drawing nigh; what if it were today? Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Wahyu 19:7-8

• [Why 19:7] Bride Of Christ, Whose Glorious Warfare

  Bride of Christ, whose glorious warfare Here on earth hath never rest; Lift thy voice, and tell the triumphs Of the holy and the blest; Joyous be the day we hallow, Feast of all the saints on high, Earth and Heav’n together blending In one solemn harmony. First the blessèd virgin mother, Reunited to her Son, Leads the host of ransomed people, Who unfading crowns have won; John, the herald, Christ’s forerunner, More than prophet, leads his throng, Seer and patriarch responsive Unto psalmist in their song. Lo, the twelve, majestic princes, In the court of Jesus sit, Calmly watching, while the conflict Rages far beneath their feet; Lo, the martyrs, robed in crimson, Sign of life blood freely spent, Finding life, because they lost it, Dwell in undisturbed content. All the saintly host who witnessed Good confessions for His sake— Priest and deacon, world renouncing, Of their Master’s joy partake; Virgins to the Lamb devoted, Following with steadfast love, Bring their lilies and their roses To the marriage feast above. All, their happy lot fulfilling, God omnipotent proclaim; Holy, holy, holy, crying, Glory to His holy Name! So may God in mercy grant us Here to serve in holiness, Till He call us to the portion Which His saints in light possess.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 19:7] Sands Of Time Are Sinking, The

  The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of Heaven breaks; The summer morn I’ve sighed for—the fair, sweet morn awakes: Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love! The streams of earth I’ve tasted more deep I’ll drink above: There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Oh! Well it is forever, Oh! well forevermore, My nest hung in no forest of all this death doomed shore: Yea, let the vain world vanish, as from the ship the strand, While glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. There the Red Rose of Sharon unfolds its heartsome bloom And fills the air of heaven with ravishing perfume: Oh! To behold it blossom, while by its fragrance fanned Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen: It were a well spent journey, though seven deaths lay between: The Lamb with His fair army, doth on Mount Zion stand, And glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Oft in yon sea beat prison My Lord and I held tryst, For Anwoth was not heaven, and preaching was not Christ: And aye, my murkiest storm cloud was by a rainbow spanned, Caught from the glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. But that He built a Heaven of His surpassing love, A little new Jerusalem, like to the one above, “Lord take me over the water” hath been my loud demand, Take me to my love’s own country, unto Immanuel’s land. But flowers need nights cool darkness, the moonlight and the dew; So Christ, from one who loved it, His shining oft withdrew: And then, for cause of absence my troubled soul I scanned But glory shadeless shineth in Immanuel’s land. The little birds of Anwoth, I used to count them blessed, Now, beside happier altars I go to build my nest: Over these there broods no silence, no graves around them stand, For glory, deathless, dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Fair Anwoth by the Solway, to me thou still art dear, Even from the verge of heaven, I drop for thee a tear. Oh! If one soul from Anwoth meet me at God’s right hand, My heaven will be two heavens, In Immanuel’s land. I’ve wrestled on towards Heaven, against storm and wind and tide, Now, like a weary traveler that leaneth on his guide, Amid the shades of evening, while sinks life’s lingering sand, I hail the glory dawning from Immanuel’s land. Deep waters crossed life’s pathway, the hedge of thorns was sharp; Now, these lie all behind me Oh! for a well tuned harp! Oh! To join hallelujah with yon triumphant band, Who sing where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove, And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love; I’ll bless the hand that guided, I’ll bless the heart that planned When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Soon shall the cup of glory wash down earth’s bitterest woes, Soon shall the desert briar break into Eden’s rose; The curse shall change to blessing the name on earth that’s banned Be graven on the white stone in Immanuel’s land. O I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved’s mine! He brings a poor vile sinner into His “house of wine.” I stand upon His merit—I know no other stand, Not even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. I shall sleep sound in Jesus, filled with His likeness rise, To love and to adore Him, to see Him with these eyes: ’Tween me and resurrection but Paradise doth stand; Then—then for glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. The Bride eyes not her garment, but her dear Bridegroom’s face; I will not gaze at glory but on my King of grace. Not at the crown He giveth but on His pierced hand; The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel’s land. I have borne scorn and hatred, I have borne wrong and shame, Earth’s proud ones have reproached me for Christ’s thrice blessed Name: Where God His seal set fairest they’ve stamped the foulest brand, But judgment shines like noonday in Immanuel’s land. They’ve summoned me before them, but there I may not come, My Lord says “Come up hither,” My Lord says “Welcome home!” My King, at His white throne, my presence doth command Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Wahyu 21:2

• [Why 21:2] City Of God, How Broad And Far

  City of God, how broad and far Outspread thy walls sublime! The true thy chartered freemen are Of every age and clime. One holy Church, one army strong; One steadfast, high intent; One working band, one harvest song, One King omnipotent. How purely hath thy speech come down From man’s primeval youth! How grandly hath thine empire grown Of freedom, love and truth! How gleam thy watch fires through the night With never fainting ray! How rise thy towers, serene and bright, To meet the dawning day! In vain the surge’s angry shock, In vain the drifting sands; Unharmed upon the eternal Rock The eternal City stands.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 21:2] I Want To Be Ready

  Refrain I want to be ready, I want to be ready, I want to be ready, To walk in Jerusalem just like John. John said the city was just foursquare, Walk in Jerusalem just like John. And he declared he’d meet me there, Walk in Jerusalem just like John. Refrain O John, O John, what do you say? Walk in Jerusalem just like John. That I’ll be there at the coming day, Walk in Jerusalem just like John. Refrain When Peter was preaching at Pentecost Walk in Jerusalem just like John. He was endowed with the Holy Ghost, Walk in Jerusalem just like John. Refrain If you get there before I do, Walk in Jerusalem just like John. Tell all my friend I’m a-comin’, too, Walk in Jerusalem just like John. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 21:2] Jerusalem My Happy Home

  Jerusalem, my happy home! Name ever dear to me; When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold? There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you. Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel at death dismay? I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. Apostles, martyrs, prophets there Around my Savior stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. Jerusalem, my happy home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see. O Christ do Thou my soul prepare For that bright home of love; That I may see Thee and adore, With all Thy saints above. Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbor of the saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no care, no toil. In thee no sickness may be seen, No hurt, no ache, no sore; There is no death nor ugly devil, There is life for evermore. No dampish mist is seen in thee, No cold nor darksome night; There every soul shines as the sun; For God himself gives light. There lust and lucre cannot dwell; There envy bears no sway; There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, But pleasure every way. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, God grant that I may see Thine endless joy, and of the same Partaker ay may be! Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamonds square; Thy gates are of right orient pearl; Exceeding rich and rare; Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine; Thy very streets are paved with gold, Surpassing clear and fine; Thy houses are of ivory, Thy windows crystal clear; Thy tiles are made of beaten gold— O God that I were there! Within thy gates nothing doth come That is not passing clean, No spider’s web, no dirt, no dust, No filth may there be seen. Aye, my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee: Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see. Thy saints are crowned with glory great; They see God face to face; They triumph still, they still rejoice Most happy is their case. We that are here in banishment Continually do mourn: We sigh and sob, we weep and wail, Perpetually we groan. Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall, Our pleasure is but pain: Our joys scarce last the looking on, Our sorrows still remain. But there they live in such delight, Such pleasure and such play, As that to them a thousand years Doth seem as yesterday. Thy vineyards and thy orchards are Most beautiful and fair, Full furnished with trees and fruits, Most wonderful and rare. Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green: There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. There is nectar and ambrosia made, There is musk and civet sweet; There many a fair and dainty drug Is trodden under feet. There cinnamon, there sugar grows, Here nard and balm abound. What tongue can tell or heart conceive The joys that there are found? Quite through the streets with silver sound The flood of life doth flow, Upon whose banks on every side The wood of life doth grow. There trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring; There evermore the angels be, And evermore do sing. There David stands with harp in hand As master of the choir: Ten thousand times that man were blessed That might this music hear. Our Lady sings Magnificat With tune surpassing sweet, And all the virgins bear their part, Sitting at her feet. There Magdalen hath left her moan, And cheerfully doth sing With blessèd saints, whose harmony In every street doth ring. Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end Thy joys that I might see!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 21:2] Jerusalem, Thou City Bright

  Jerusalem, thou City bright From Heav’n to earth descending, How wondrously their holy light Thy precious stones are blending. Refrain O City fair, O City blest, All joy to mortals bringing, Who would not raise his voice in praise And thy dear name be singing! O Gates of pearl, O Streets of gold, O River ever flowing Where leads the Shepherd to the fold The flock their Savior knowing. Refrain Shine, holy Light, within our hearts All evil shade dispelling, That we ne’er from Thy way depart, Which leads to that blest dwelling. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 21:2] Lo! What A Glorious Sight Appears

  Lo! what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes! The earth and sea are passed away, And the old rolling skies. From the third heav’n, where God resides, That holy, happy place, The new Jerusalem comes down, Adorned with shining grace. Attending angels shout for joy, And the bright armies sing— “Mortals, behold the sacred seat Of your descending King. “The God of glory down to men Removes His blest abode; Men, the dear objects of His grace, And he the loving God. “His own soft hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye, And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, And death itself, shall die.” How long, dear Savior! O how long Shall this bright hour delay? Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 21:2] O Mother Dear, Jerusalem

  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 harbor of the saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no care, no toil. No murky cloud o’ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun, For God Himself gives light. There lust and lucre cannot dwell, There envy bears no sway; There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, But pleasure every way. Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamonds square; Thy gates are of right orient pearl, Exceeding rich and rare. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine; Thy very streets are paved with gold, Surpassing clear and fine. Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green; There grow such sweet and pleasant flow’rs, As nowhere else are seen; Quite through the streets, with silver sound, The flood of life doth flow, Upon whose banks on every side, The wood of life doth grow. There trees forevermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring, There evermore the angels sit, 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!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 21:2] That Glorious Day Is Drawing Nigh

  That glorious day is drawing nigh, When Zion’s light shall come; She shall arise and shine on high, Bright as the morning sun; The north and south their sons resign, And earth’s foundations bend; Clothed as a bride, Jerusalem All glorious shall descend. The King Who wears the splendid crown, The azure’s flaming bow; The holy city shall bring down, To bless His church below; When Zion’s bleeding, conqu’ring King, Shall sin and death destroy, The morning stars shall join to sing, And Zion shout for joy.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 21:2] When The Toils Of Life Are Over

  When the toils of life are over, And we lay our armor down, And we bid farewell to earth with all its cares, We shall meet and greet our loved ones, And our Christ we then shall crown, In the new Jerusalem. Refrain There’ll be singing, there’ll be shouting When the saints come marching home, In Jerusalem, in Jerusalem, Waving palms with loud hosannas As the King shall take His throne, In the new Jerusalem. Though the way is sometimes lonely, He will hold me with His hand, Through the testings and the trials I must go. But I’ll trust and gladly follow, For sometime I’ll understand, In the new Jerusalem. Refrain When the last goodbye is spoken And the tear stains wiped away, And our eyes shall catch a glimpse of glory fair, Then with bounding hearts we’ll meet Him Who hath washed our sins away, In the new Jerusalem. Refrain When we join the ransomed army In the summer land above, And the face of our dear Savior we behold, We will sing and shout forever, And we’ll grow in perfect love, In the new Jerusalem. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal