O heavenly Jerusalem
Of everlasting halls,
Thrice blessèd are the people
Thou storest in thy walls.
2. Thou art the golden mansion,
Where saints for ever sing,
The seat of God’s own chosen,
The palace of the King.
3. There God for ever sitteth,
Himself of all the crown;
The Lamb, the light that shineth
And never goeth down.
4. Nought to this seat approacheth
Their sweet peace to molest;
They sing their God for ever,
Nor day nor night they rest.
5. Calm hope from thence is leaning;
To her our longings bend,
No short-lived toil shall daunt us
For joys that cannot end.
6. To Christ, the sun that lightens
His Church above, below,
To Father, and to Spirit,
All things created bow.
272. A FEW MORE YEARS
A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come,
And we shall be with those that rest
In peace beyond the tomb.
1 01
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day;
O wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
2. A few more suns shall set
O’er these dark hills of time,
And we shall be where suns are not,
A far serener clime.
3. A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.
4. A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o’er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more.
5. ‘Tis but a little while
And he shall come again,
Who died that we may live, who lives
That we with him may reign.