Verse 1

O THOU not made with hands, Not throned above the skies, Nor walled with shining walls, Nor framed with stones of price, More bright than gold or gem, God’s own Jerusalem.

Verse 2

Where’er the gentle heart Finds courage from above; Where’er the heart forsook Warms with the breath of love; Where faith bids fear depart, City of God, thou art.

Verse 3

Thou art where’er the proud In humbleness melts down; Where self itself yields up; Where martyrs win their crown; Where faithful souls possess Themselves in perfect peace.

Verse 4

Where in life’s common ways With cheerful feet we go; Where in his steps we tread, Who trod the way of woe; Where he is in the heart, City of God, thou art.

Verse 5

Not throned above the skies, Nor golden-walled afar, But where Christ’s two or three In His name gathered are, Be in the midst of them, God’s own Jerusalem.

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