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The New Jerusalem
I saw the city, 'twas not built by hands,And nought impure can ever enter in,
'Twas built by those who keep the Lord's commands,
And in his blood have washed away their sin;
Thrice happy those who see the pearly gate
Before their earthly vision distant rise;
And keep the path though narrow still and strait
Through many a thorny hedge their journey lies;
Behold within the mansion of thy rest!
Prepared by him who in it went before,
Behold the peace that makes the spirit blest!
By him who loved thee kept for thee in store;
Press on, the crown he won shall soon be thine,
And thou amid the just a star in heaven shall shine.
Poem No. 262; c. January 1839
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