Text 1Jerusalem the golden,With milk and honey blest,Beneath thy contemplationSink heart and voice oppressed.I know not, O I know notWhat holy joys are there;What radiancy of glory,What bliss beyond compare. 2They stand, those hall of Zion,All jubilant with song,And bright with many an angel,And all the martyr throng.The Prince is ever in them,The daylight is…
Hymns for WorshipLearn to Sing Beyond the Page