O Jerusalem

They have told us of a city
Where our tears are washed away
And every shadowed valley
Is washed in endless day
They have told us of a table
Where the poor are honored guests
Where all the weary wanderers
Come in to bless and rest
Will we see the day of the city of God?
O Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Can we run away, to the city of God?
O Jerusalem, Jerusalem
They have told us of a chorus
Where our voices join as one
In songs of celebration
That all our wars are done
Will we see the day of the city of God?
O Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Can we run away, to the city of God?
O Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Ahhh, Ohhhh ohhhh
Come, Lord Jesus, Come (Come, Lord Jesus, Come)
Come, Lord Jesus, Come (Come, Lord Jesus, Come)
Come, Lord Jesus, Come (Come, Lord Jesus, Come)
Come, Lord Jesus, Come
They have told us of a city
Where all death will be undone
And all our tearful mourning
Gives way to healing song