The Newtown bee., 1896-11-13

There envy bears no sway; There is no hunger thirst, nor heat,
 But pleasure every way. Jerusalem, Jerusalem!
 Would God were in thee! Oh! that aIy sorrows had an end,
 Thy joys that l might see! No pains, no bangs, no grieving griet,
 No wOful wight is there; No sigh, no sob, no cry is heard,
 No we'll away, no fear; Jerusalem, the city is
 Of God, our King alone; The Lamb Of God the light thereof,
 Sits there upon His throne. An, God! that l Jerusalem
 With speed may go behold For why? the pleasures there abound,
 With tongue cannot be toIu; Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
 With carbuncles do shine; With jasper, pearl, and chrysOlite,
 Surpassing rich and fine. Thy houses are of ivory,
 Thy windows crystal clear, Thy streets are laid with beaten gold, Where angels do appear; Thy walks are made of precious stones, Thy buIwarks diamonds square. Thy gates are made of orient pearl 0 God, if l were there! Within thy gates no thing can come That is not passing clean; No spiders web, no dirt, no dust,
 No filth may there be seen. Jehovah, Lord, now come away,
 And end my grief and plaints; Take me to Thy Jerusalem,
 And pace me with Thy saints, Who there are crowned with glory great, And see God face to face; They triumph still, and aye rejoice, Most happy is thelr case. But we that are in banishment,
 Continually do moan: We sigh, we mourn, we sob, we weep, Perpetually we grOan. Our sweetness mixed is with gall,
 Our pleasure is but pain, Our joys not worth the looking on,
 Our sorrows aye remain. But there they live in such delight,
 Such pleasure and such play, That unto them thousand years
 Seems but as yesterday. 0 my sweet home, Jerusalem
 Thy joys when shall I see! Thy King, sitting upon His throne,
 And thy felicity; Thy vineyards and thy orchards
 So wonderful and fair; And furnished with trees and fruit,
 Most beautiful and rare. Thy gardens and thy goodly walks
 Continually are green; There grow such sweet and pleasant flower As nowhere else are seen; There cinnamon and sugar grow,
 There nard and balm abound; No tOngne can tell, no heart can think,
 What pleasures there are found. There nectar and ambrosia spring,
 There musk and civet sweet; There many 8 fine and dtinty drug
 Are trOd down under feet. Quite through the streets with pleasant sound The flood of life doth flow, Upon whose banks on every side
 The trees of life do grow. These trees each month do yield their fruit For evermore do spring; And all the natio ns of the world
 To thee their honors bring. Jerusalem Gods dwelling place,
 Full sore long I to see; o that my sorrows had an end,
 That I might dwell in thee!
 
 AS master of tn choir; A thousands times that man were blest, That might his music hear. There Mary sings "Magnifcat,"
 With tones surpassing sweet, And all the virgins bear their part,
 Singing about her feet. "Te Deum" doth Saint Ambrose sing;
 Saint Austin doth the like; Old Simeon and Zacharic
 Have not their songs to seek. There MagdaIene hath left her moan, And cheertully doth sing With all b1est saints, whose harmony Through every street doth ring. Jerusalem, JerusaIeml
 Thy joys fain would see; Come quickly, Lord, and end my grief, And take me home to Thee. o print Thy name on my forehead. And take me her ce away, That may dwell with Thee in bliss, And sing Thy praises aye. Jerusalem, thrice happy Sea Jehovah's throne on high 0 sacred city, queen and wife Of Christ eternally! o comedy queenl with glory clad, With honor and degree, All fair thou art, exceeding bright, No spot there is in thee! I long to sec Jerusalem. The comfort of us all, For thou art fair and beautiful, No i'll can thee befalI. In theeI Jerusalem, say, No darkness dare appear No night, no shade, no winter toul, No time doth alter thee No candle needs, no moon to shlne, No glittering stars to light; For Christi the King of Righteousness, There ever shineth bright. The lamb unspotted, white, and pure, To thee doth stand in lieu 0t light, so great the glory is Thine heavenly King to view. Ie is the King of Kings, beset In midst His servants' sight, And they, His happy household alIs Do serve Him day and night. There, there the choir of angels sing There the sapernal sort )f citizens (which hence are hid From dangers deep1 do sport.