Classic Poem

Jerusalem, that place divine,
The vision of sweet peace is nam'd,
In heaven her glorious turrets shine,
Her walls of living stones are fram'd,
While angels guard her on each side,
Fit company for such a bride.
She deckt in new attire from heaven,
Her wedding-chamber now descends,
Prepar'd in marriage to be given
To Christ, on whom her joy depends.
Her walls wherewith she is inclos'd,
And streets are of pure gold compos'd.
The gates adorn'd with pearls most bright
The way to hidden glory show;
And thither by the blessed might
Of faith in Jesus' merits go
All those who are on earth distrest,
Because they have Christ's name profest.
These stones the work-men dress and beat,
Before they throughly polisht are,
Then each is in his proper seat
Establisht by the builder's care,
In this fair frame to stand for ever,
So joyn'd, them that no force can sever.
To God, who sits in highest seat,
Glory and power given be,
To Father, Son, and Paraclete,
Who reign in equal dignity;
Whose boundless power we still adore,
And sing their praise for ever-more.