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Wahyu 21:2

Yesaya 52:1

Matius 4:5

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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.

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• [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

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• [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!

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• [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

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• [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.

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• [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!

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• [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.

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• [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

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Yesaya 52:1

• [Yes 52:1] Triumphant Zion! Lift Thy Head

  Triumphant Zion! lift thy head From dust and darkness, and the dead! Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Savior’s strength, And gird thee with thy Savior’s strength. Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy excellence be known: Decked in the robes of righteousness, The world thy glories shall confess, The world thy glories shall confess. No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread: No more shall hell’s insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast, Their victory and thy sorrows boast. God from on high has heard thy prayer; His hand thy ruin shall repair: Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace, To guard thee in eternal peace.

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• [Yes 52:1] Awake, Jerusalem, Awake!

  Awake, Jerusalem, awake! No longer in thy sins lie down; The garment of salvation take, Thy beauty and thy strength put on. Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight, And hides the promise from thine eyes; Arise, and struggle into light, The great Deliverer calls: Arise! Shake off the bands of sad despair; Zion, assert thy liberty; Look up, thy broken heart prepare, And God shall set the captive free. Vessels of mercy, sons of grace, Be purged from every sinful stain, Be like your Lord, His Word embrace, Nor bear His hallowed Name in vain.

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