Anúna
Jerusalem
Chorus (after each verse):Jerusalem, our happy homeWhen shall we come to thee?When shall our sorrows have an end?Thy joys when shall we see?They see no one that sent her thereTheir palms spring from the groundNo tongue can tell, no heart can thinkWhat joys do there aboundForever more the trees perfumedAnd ever more they springAnd ever more the saints are gladAnd ever more they singFair Magdalene, she has less moanLikewise there she does singThe happy saints in harmonyThrough every street doth ringFair Magdalene hath dried her tearsShe'll sing no more to theeNor wet the ringlets of her hairTo wash her savior's feet
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"Jerusalem" as written by A. Niente, Traditional,
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