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Jerusalem our happy home When Shall we Come to thee When Shall our Sorrows have an end Thy Joys when Shall we See There is no rain nor sleet or snow Nor filth may there be found There is no Sorrow nor no care all joys do there abound. Through the vast streets with purity streams The flood of life doth flow and on the banks of every side The wood of life doth grow For evermore those trees bear fruit and evermore they Spring and evermore the saints are glad and evermore they sing. Jerusalem our Happy Home Then let us Come to thee Our Sorrows then Shall have an end Thy Joys then Shall we see. Aus Songtexte Mania