Classic Poem

“H HAPPY sons of Israel,
Who in pleasant Canaan dwell;”
Happy they, but happier we,
If Jehovah's own we be.

Happy citizens who wait
Within Salem's hallowed gate;
Happy they, but happier we
Who the heavenly Salem see.

Happy sons of Levi there,
Who within thy house of prayer
Always stand; but happier we,
Day and night still praising Thee.

For Jerusalem above
Is the city that we love;
Jerusalem our home we call,—
Heavenly mother of us all.