Blessèd city, heavenly Salem, Vision dear of peace and love, Who of living stones are builded Art the joy of Heav'n above, And, with angel cohorts circled, As a bride to earth dost move.
From celestial realms descending, Bridal glory round her shed, To his presence, decked with jewels, By her Lord shall she be led; All her streets, and all her bulwarks, Of pure gold are fashionèd."
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