Poetry

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IN THAT PRECIOUS GOLDEN CITY
WE WILL FINALLY BE AT REST.
THERE IS NONE DESERVES MORE PITY.
THAN ONE WHO FAILS TO SEE GOD'S BEST.

IT'S A MARVEL AND A WONDER
BEYOND THE MIND TO FULLY TELL.
YOU CAN'T MAKE A GREATER BLUNDER
THAN MISS THIS LIGHT FOR DARKEST HELL.

II
IT'S JERUSALEM THE GOLDEN
THE BRIDE OF HEAVEN'S SOVEREIGN KING.
HER GLORY NEVER WILL GROW OLDEN
BUT SHINE FOREVER LIKE A RING.

LIKE THE RING OF PRECIOUS JEWELS
THAT ENHANCE HER FOUNDATIONS WALLS.
SHE WILL ENJOY CONSTANT RENEWAL
FOR BEAUTY THAT EVER ENTHRALLS.

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