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Jerusalem.
Bride of the Lamb, without a spot, or stain,
Cleans'd of her crimes, and ransom'd of her chain.
Look at her gates, her glorious tow'rs behold,
More clear than crystal, and more pure than gold.
There dwell the Lord's Redeem'd in glory bright,
Gaze on his face, and live amidst his light:
Taste the delights, that time can ne'er destroy,
Eternal fulness of unfading joy.
Cleans'd of her crimes, and ransom'd of her chain.
Look at her gates, her glorious tow'rs behold,
More clear than crystal, and more pure than gold.
There dwell the Lord's Redeem'd in glory bright,
Gaze on his face, and live amidst his light:
Taste the delights, that time can ne'er destroy,
Eternal fulness of unfading joy.
