Thy walls shall hold thee strong
thou sweat with the blood
Of saint and foe
Thy tears are the cries
of the innocent cold
Thy years are long
Like an ancient song
Unending melodies
Thy heart has strung
I hear your voice
In the sweet still dawn
A call to worship
Moon, star and sun
Hark
The herald of thy streets soft speak
Remember me Jerusalem
When thy blossom peaks
Bless my soul
Thy joy I seek
Jerusalem, oh Jerusalem
Do not weep
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