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Blessed city, Heav'nly Salem, Vision dear of peace and love, Who of living stones art builded In the height of Heav'n above: And, with Angel-hosts encircled, As a bride to earth dost move.

From celestial realms descending, Bridal glory round there shed, Meet for Him, Whose love espoused thee, To thy Lord shalt thou be led; All thy streets, and all thy bulwarks Of pure gold are fashioned.

Bright thy gates of pearl are shining, They are open evermore, And by virtue of His merits Thither faithful souls may soar, Who for Christ's dear Name in this world Pain and tribulation bore.

Many a blow and biting sculpture Polish'd well those stones elect, In their places now compacted By the Heav'nly Architect, Who therewith hath willed for ever That His palace should be deck'd.

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Praise and honour to the Father, Praise and honour to the Son, Praise and honour to the Spirit Ever Three and ever One, One in Might, and One in Glory, While Eternal Ages run.