212 Jerusalem, Thou City Fair and High

1 Jerusalem, thou city fair and high, Would God I were in thee! My longing heart to thee would gladly fly; It will not stay with me. Far over vale and mountain, Far over field and plain, It hastes to seek its fountain And leave this world of pain. 2 A moment's space, and gently, wondrously, Released from earthly ties, Elijah's chariot comes to carry me Through all these lower skies To yonder shining region, While down to meet me come The blessed angel legion And all its blest-ed throng. 3 The patriarchs' and prophets' noble train, With all Christ's followers true Who bore the cross and could the worst disdain That tyrants dared to do, I see them shine forever, All glorious as the sun, Mid light that fades them never Unto their shining one. 4 Unnumbered choirs before the shining throne Their joyful anthems raise Till heaven's halls are echoing with the tone Of that great hymn of praise. And all its host rejoices And all its blessed throng My last voice In one eternal song.