The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1892-04-13

M THE LATE MRS. SARAH W. FRKScH,
Of Hermanville.

Jerusalem my nappy nome,
When shall come 10 thee
When shall my sorrows have al end,
Thy joys when shall | see
o happy harbor Of the saints,
d sweet and pleasant soil
In thee no sorrow may be found,
Ne grief, no care, no toll.
In thee no sickness may DO seen,
No hurt, no ache, no sore
There Is no death. no ugly deal,
There is life evermore.
No dampish mist Is seen in thee,
No cold or dark@ome night
There every soul shines as the sun,
There God himself gives light
There lust and luere cannot dwell,
There envy bears no sway
There Is no hunger, heat, nor cold,
But pleasure every day.
Jerusalem! Jerusalem
God grant l once may see
Thy endless Joys, and Of the same,
Pariaker aye 10 be.
Thy walls are made OF precious stsne
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 every streets are paved with gold
Surprising clear and fine.
Thy houses are Of ivory,
Thy windows crystal clear;
Thy tiles are made Of beaten gold.
o God, that l were there.
Within thy gates no thing doth come
That Is not passing clean
No SPIDERS web, no dirt. no dust,
No filth may there be seen.
MY sweet home, Jerusalem
Would God were In thee
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that might see.
Thy saints are crowned with glory great,
They see God face 20 face
They triumph still, they still rejoice,
Most happy is their case.
We that are here in Punishment
Continually do moan;
We sigh and sob, We weep aud wall,
Perpetually We groan.
Our sweet IL mixed with bitter gall,
Our pleasure Is but pain;
Our joys scarce last the looking on,
Our sorroWs still remain.
Bat there they live in such delight,
such pleasure and such play;
As that, 10 them thousand years,
Doth seem as yesterday.
Thy vineyards and thy orchards,
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 10 where else are seen.
Theie'snectar and ambrosIa made,
There's musk and ciyet sweet
There many fair and dainty drug
Are trodden under feet.
There cinnamon, there sugar grows,
There nard and balm ab0unds;
What tongue can tell, or heart conceive,
The joys that there arc found2
Qulte through the streets. with silver sound,
inc uOOu uA NE doiM now
Upon whose banks, on every side,
The word Of life doth grow.
There trees for evermore bear fruit,
And eyermore do spring
There evermore the angels sit,
And evermore 90 sing.
There David stands with harp in hand,
As master OF the choir;
Ten thousand times that man were blesf,
That might his music hear.
Dur Lady sings magnificent,
With tune surprising sweet:
And all the virgins bear their parts,
Sitting above her feet.
Te Deum doth said Ambrose sing,
Saint Austin doth the like;
Did Simeon and old Tackary,
Have not their song 10 seek.
There Magdalene hath left her moan,
And cheerfully doth sing;
With blessed saints whose harmony
In every street doth ring.
Jerusalem, my happy home
Would God we're IN thee
Would God my woes were AZ an end,
That thy joys might see.