SWEET place; sweet place alone! The court of God most high, The heaven of...

SWEET place; sweet place alone! The court of God most high, The heaven of heavens, the throne Of spotless majesty! O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

The stranger homeward bends, And sigheth for his rest: Heaven is my home, my friends Lodge there in Abraham's breast. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

Earth's but a sorry tent, Pitched but a few frail days, A short-leased tenement; Heaven's still my song, my praise. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

No tears from any eyes Drop in that holy choir: But death itself there dies, And sighs themselves expire. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

There should temptations cease, My frailties there should end. There should I rest in peace In the arms of my best friend. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face? ==4-6s & 2-8s. SECOND PART

JERUSALEM on high My song and city is, My home whene'er I die, The centre of my bliss. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

Thy walls, sweet city! thine With pearls are garnished, Thy gates with praises shine, Thy streets with gold are spread. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

No sun by day shines there, No moon by silent night. O no! these needless are; The Lamb's the city's light. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live; There angels to him sing, And lowly homage give. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

The patriarchs of old There from their travels cease: The prophets there behold Their longed-for Prince of peace. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

The Lamb's apostles there I might with joy behold: The harpers I might hear Harping on harps of gold. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

The bleeding martyrs, they Within those courts are found; All clothed in pure array, Their scars with glory crowned. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

Ah me! ah me! that I In Kedar's tents here stay; No place like this on high; Thither, Lord! guide my way. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?