Jerusalem, Jerusalem How Glad
Jerusalem, Jerusalem how glad
am I in prayer to have stood;
in thee blessed city at remains
of thy second temple’s walls.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem Oh how glad
am I sacred Via Dolorosa walked;
in remembrance atonement passed
stations of The Cross to have passed.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem Oh how glad
am I who before entering sacred;
Garden of Gethsemane to view aged
olive trees was cast down humbled.
For Jesus in agony fear here sweated
blood in prayer to heaven to father God;
when last among these olives he stood
thus rejoice all bowed before our Lord.
In pilgrimage to Calvary where our Lord
for my sins humanities Christ was Crucified;
where a group of witnesses Marys stood
bewailing in heart soul worship as we should.
This most Holy City Jerusalem City of our God
site of our Saviour’s Cross where our Saviour trod;
Almighty God this is thy most sacred Holy City still
at Messiah’s return here raise holy men at thy will.
The Via Dolorosa (Latin for Way of Grief or Way of Suffering) is the sacred two part street, within the Old City of Jerusalem; where Jesus walked carrying the cross, on the way to his crucifixion.
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Jerusalem
AT last, at last the Crescent
Falls back before the Cross.
Great spirits, incandescent
With longing and with loss,
Gleam from the clouds, crusaders
Who knew no requiem
While Saladin's invaders
Possessed Jerusalem.
King David harps for Zion
A glad, celestial psalm;
The face of the young lion
Is toward the sacred palm;
New Europe's noblest nation
Has won the diadem
Of him who brings salvation
To thee, Jerusalem.
Isaiah, Hosea, Amos,
Who cried against thy sin,
Whose vision saw thy famous
Bright bulwarks beaten in
And made a cup of trembling,
God's house a broken gem,
On all the winds assembling
Comfort Jerusalem.
The Christ, Messiah proven,
Whose Gentile armies free
Thy walls, not battle-cloven,
But won with jubilee;
As when thy people, pressing,
Would touch His garment's hem,
Enters with love and blessing
Thy gates, Jerusalem.
Arise and shine, O City,
The joy of all the earth!
Show poverty God's pity;
Teach misery God's mirth.
Be thou to all the nations
A light, ay, even to them
Who wrought thy tribulations,
Holy Jerusalem!
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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I Am Ascending To My Father
I have fallen upon my knees heavily; God cast
me down, before entering this holy sacred spot;
the Garden of Gethsemane, in the Kidron valley;
among those ancient olive trees I pondered
upon my pilgrimage way, their twisted arms their
gnarled trunks, witnessed Jesus pass this way;
blood my Lord sweated here in fear in agony
his prayers to heaven, to his father were carried;
but the bitter cup he bore, could be not removed.
I have walked upon the sacred Via Dolorosa
where Christ carried our bloody cross, chastised
first, by his whipped tortured stripes, we are healed. 1 Peter 2: 24.
I have walked upon the Hill of Calvary Golgotha
where the New Testament describes Jesus, crucified
entered, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, venerated.
Here once many women viewed the crucifixion
from a distance, here by the Cross, three Marys’ stood
Christ’s mother, her sister Mary and Mary Magdalene. John 19: 25.
Here the sepulchre the Church of the Resurrection
acclaimed to be the site, of the resurrection, of Jesus
here while weeping, Mary Magdalene, stooped forward
looked into the memorial tomb and she viewed
two angels in white sitting one at the head
and one at the feet where the body of Jesus had
been lying. And the angels said to her: “Woman,
why are you weeping? ” She said to the angels:
“They have taken my Lord away, and I do not know
where they have taken him.” After saying these things,
she turned and viewed Jesus standing, ....
Jesus said to her: “Stop clinging to me. For I have not yet
ascended to the Father. But be on your way to my brothers
and say to them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and YOUR
Father and to my God and Your God.’ ” Christ had risen. John 20: 11-18.
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Jerusalem
I wept until my tears were dry
I prayed until the candles flickered
I knelt until the floor creaked
I asked about Mohammed and Christ
Oh Jerusalem, the fragrance of prophets
The shortest path between earth and sky
Oh Jerusalem, the citadel of laws
A beautiful child with fingers charred
and downcast eyes
You are the shady oasis passed by the Prophet
Your streets are melancholy
Your minarets are mourning
You, the young maiden dressed in black
Who rings the bells in the Nativity
On Saturday morning?
Who brings toys for the children
On Christmas eve?
Oh Jerusalem, the city of sorrow
A big tear wandering in the eye
Who will halt the aggression
On you, the pearl of religions?
Who will wash your bloody walls?
Who will safeguard the Bible?
Who will rescue the Quran?
Who will save Christ?
Who will save man?
Oh Jerusalem my town
Oh Jerusalem my love
Tomorrow the lemon trees will blossom
And the olive trees will rejoice
Your eyes will dance
The migrant pigeons will return
To your sacred roofs
And your children will play again
And fathers and sons will meet
On your rosy hills
My town
The town of peace and olives.
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Walkin' In Jerusalem
Walkin in Jerusalem?
Diamond Rio
Oh John, Oh John what did you say, walking in Jerusalem just like John
I'll meet you there on the judgement day, walking in Jerusalem just like John.
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(quicker now)
Oh John, Oh John what did you say, walking in Jerusalem just like John
I'll meet you there on the judgement day, walking in Jerusalem just like John.
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready (lord) I'm walking in Jerusalem just like John.
Yeah
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready (lord) I'm walking in Jerusalem just like John.
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Some come crippled, and some come lame, walking in Jerusalem just like John
Some come walking in Jesus' name, walking in Jerusalem just like John
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready (lord) I'm walking in Jerusalem just like John.
Yeah
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready (lord) I'm walking in Jerusalem just like John.
....... instrumental........
If you get to heaven before I do, walking in Jerusalem just like John.
Tell all my friends I'm coming too, walking in Jerusalem just like John
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready (lord) I'm walking in Jerusalem just like John.
Yeah
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready (lord) I'm walking in Jerusalem just like John.
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Well carrying a load upon your shoulder, walking in Jerusalem just like John.
Yeah I'll meet you there at the first crossover, walking in Jerusalem just like John.
Yeah
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready (lord) I'm walking in Jerusalem just like John.
REPEAT 2 times
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready LORD
(slow right down)
To ........Walking in Jerusalem.......... Just like John
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Jerusalem
Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through.
And you will show, show the way, to all who see it shine,
That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time.
The walls will keep you in, the walls will keep you out.
The gates are calling those, who know what it's about.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through.
And you will show (you will show), show the way (show the way), to all who see it shine,
That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time.
Jerusalem is old, Jerusalem is new,
Jerusalem can hold, Moslem, Christian, Jew.
In Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through.
And you will show (you will show), show the way (show the way), to all who see it shine,
That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time.
(Bridge)
The markets and the alleys, the temples and the tombs.
A place for all believers, it has so many rooms.
In Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through.
And you will show (you will show), show the way (show the way), to all who see it shine,
That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time.
Yes, we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time.
song performed by by Don McLean
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The Boy Crusader
“Oh father, is that Jerusalem—
Those walls and towers so strong!”
“Ho, boy, we are yet in our own fair France,
That is only Avignon.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, are these the Jordan's banks?
Let us rest in those vineyards fair”
“Ho, boy, these are only the banks of the Rhone,
And we may not linger there.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, I fear them—the waves! the waves!
Is Jerusalem over the sea?”
“Ay, over the sea and then over the hills—
But cling, my boy, to me.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, is that Jerusalem,
Like a shell of gold in the bay?”
Nay, it is only Palermo, boy;
And this is Saint Rosalie's day.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, I feared the sea, but more
I fear this burning sand”
“Good cheer, my boy; take heart of grace,
We tread upon holy land.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, can it be Holy Land,
With all this blood and death?”
“That was Acre we stormed, my boy;
Now let us to Nazareth.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, the hills are so high—so high!
Is Jerusalem very far?”
“Hush, hush, my boy, and I'll tell you the tale
Of the Kings who followed the Star.”
* * * * *
“Oh father, the hills are so steep—so steep!
Will Jerusalem soon be near?”
“Boy, what had it been had you carried the cross,
Instead of your father's spear?”
* * * * *
“Oh father, I am weary and faint;
This must be Calvary!”
“Good cheer, my boy; but one hill more;
Jerusalem is nigh.
“The men-at-arms have passed the ridge.
Hark, boy, how the warriors sing!”
“I only hear the sound of harps,
And waters murmuring.”
‘Wake, boy, this is no time to fail!
Oh best of happy hours!
Behold at length Jerusalem—
Its gates, and domes, and towers!”
“Father, I see Jerusalem,
Ah, nearer than you deem!”
“Your eyes are closed, you see it not,
Or see it in a dream!
“Your eyes are closed, my boy, my boy!
Your face is to the West!”
“Father, I see it overhead,
And, oh, so full of rest!
“There are little children clothed in white,
And angels leading them;
There are streets of gold and gates of pearl!
At last—Jerusalem.
“And our little Marie is beckoning me,
In her hand a diadem.
Father, I must go on before
We'll meet in Jerusalem.”
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Pilgrims To The East
This Christmas-time my son will come,
God willing, to the Holy Place
And by the manger's little room
Will bend his knee and bow his face,
Eager, with shepherds and with kings,
For to behold the Holy Things.
The very child I made will see,
God willing, little Bethlehem,
The Garden of the Agony,
Olivet and Jerusalem
And climb to Calvary's sacred hill --
Ah, but the world is Calvary still!
My own son's feet the dust shall press,
God willing, where the Holy Feet
Passed on His Father's business:
And some high room above the street
Shall stir a memory of that Feast
Where He himself was Eucharist.
Yea, by the Gate called Beautiful
My son, my little son, shall go
And bathe in Siloam's healing pool.
Yet if God will not have it so
At least my son, in His high Name,
Has travelled towards Jerusalem.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Jerusalem, Far And Away The Best!
Jerusalem, Jerusalem! The City on the hill...
God's promise made to all of them obedient to His will...
More than the wise man comprehends, excelling dreams and things!
The Lord saved Zion for His friends, not treasure trove for kings!
The hand of Destiny's above your open doors and gates
And God on high looks down with love and tempers all the fates...
To leave intact His legacy, His blessings yet unknown...
Until the wondrous victory is God's and God's alone...
Till Christ returns, you bide your time - a servant to His vow!
God's promise tells it's so sublime that every knee shall bow!
Confessing Christ as Lord of all, just as the Bible says...
And blessed is he who doesn't fall, yet kneels to say his prayers!
My God decrees a future day when Jesus rules the globe!
When faithful souls are swift to say, 'Let us be pure as Job! '
For holiness shall prove its worth as men despise their sins,
And watch the Saviour rule the Earth as King, yet Prince of Peace!
Behold... the nations tow the line, obedient every one...
With wisdom, having seen the sign, and trusting in God's Son!
Thus war recedes and peace is blessed... so credit where it's due...
Far and away the Saviour's best! Jerusalem, that's you!
I wish that I could walk your streets when Jesus comes again
And God's great prophecy completes what's now beyond our ken!
Jerusalem, be patient still... Your time is yet to be!
When Jesus rules upon the hill... that once was Calvary!
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Peace of Jerusalem
We as Believers are admonished to pray for the peace of Jerusalem,
But how or when, to this troubled city, could true peace ever come?
It has had more bloodshed than any other city in the history of man,
But Jerusalem remains the central focus of The Lord's Eternal Plan.
Dialog with both sides will lead to peace is the world's deduction,
When they say peace and safety they'll only see sudden destruction.
The Arabs talk of peace with Israel, as they desire to destroy them,
And they even talk about making their capital the city of Jerusalem.
True Peace in Israel is not being discussed in any Arab Convention,
But peace my friend will only come through The Lord's intervention.
Israel is seeking peace with her enemies by diplomatic negotiations,
While ignoring God's command not to make a treaty with the nations.
For they need not man in time of need but only for God to intercede,
But again, they lean to others just like Egypt that splintered reed,
Now Christ enthroned in Heaven laughs as the nations plot in vain,
For God's Eternal Plan for His City Jerusalem will remain the same.
Jerusalem has been the capital of Israel for three thousand years,
And through history it's been the focus of Prophets and many seers.
They all pointed to a glorious time, for the greatest to the least,
When Messiah will finally reign on David's Throne to be their Peace.
(Copyright © 07/2002)
Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan
Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don't never let a chicken get big enough to crow
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Thank God there's a heaven and a ringing in my soul and my soul's got free
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Well a hard-shell preacher you can tell him how he do
Well he chews his own tobacco and he drinks his own brew.
Well a Baptist preacher you can tell him by his coat
Has a bottle in his pocket that he can't hardly tote
Well a Cambellite preacher his soul is saved
Well he has to be baptized every other day
Well the Holy Roller preacher he sure is a sight
Well he gets em all a-rolling and he kicks out the light
Well the Presbyterian preacher he lives in town
His neck's so stiff he can't hardly look around.
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Enter Into Our Jerusalem, Jesus
We bid you, Jesus,
come into our Jerusalem.
Enter into our hearts
where hatred and bitterness
can possibly lurk and thrive,
cutting out the petals of love.
We bid you, Jesus,
come into our Jerusalem.
Enter into our family life
where love and faithfulness
can possibly be choked
by thistles of fear and mistrust.
We bid you, Jesus,
come into our Jerusalem.
Enter into our working places
where stress, boredom and
discontent may eat away
all our joy and energy.
We bid you, Jesus,
come into our Jerusalem.
Enter into our churches, synagogues,
mosques and temples
where power struggles and
personal interests blind us from
living in God's way.
Enter into our Jerusalem, Jesus,
on this Palm Sunday.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Prophesy Of Jeremiah
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, glad I have been,
for in my lone wanderings Thine
aged walls with these eyes I have seen.
I have stood upon the Mt of Olives,
from its height, looked down upon,
the Holy City, city of Almighty God.
Behold the remnant of Israel gathered.
For God said “Here I am bringing them
from the land of the north, and I will
collect them together from the remotest
parts of the earth.” Prophesy of Jeremiah
fulfilled, when the prophet wrote this book; Jeremiah 31: 8.
in Judah and Egypt between 647-580 B.C.E.
there were no Jews in Russia, the North; nor
scattered to the remotest parts of the earth.
God scattered them, God gathered them!
For it is written. “Hear the word of Jehovah,
O YOU nations, and tell [it] among the islands
far away, and say: “The One scattering Israel
will himself collect him together, and he will
certainly keep him as a shepherd does his drove.
For Jehovah will actually redeem Jacob
and reclaim him out of the hand of the one
stronger than he is.” And so it came to be! Jeremiah 31: 10-11.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The City of David
God sits up in Heaven and laughs as the nations imagine a vain thing,
For the internationalism of Jerusalem, is the song they seem to sing.
And it is far from an original song that all the nations are singing,
For God made Jerusalem the center of this world before their being.
For God Himself purged the land of Canaan to be the land of the Jew,
And He told Moses to prepare to worship at a place I will show you.
But Moses never crossed the Jordan and was buried by God's own Hand,
And Joshua took over to lead the Israelites into The Promised Land.
And from the time of Moses through the Judges wherever the Jews went,
The Ark of God's Covenant and the Glory of God remained under a tent.
It was not until God gave Israel rest under King David their leader,
That in the City God chose, he desired to make God a house of cedar.
The City that God chose was Jerusalem, on which He placed His Name,
For it is The City of David, and on it God's Name will always remain.
God remembered His Promise to David, and his desire was not ignored,
For God had told David's son Solomon to build a temple for The Lord.
Then God consecrated this temple by putting His Name on it forever,
And this promise to Solomon by God, He can not and He will not sever.
So even though things look quite gloomy in Jerusalem today my friend,
Zechariah says The Lord will inherit Judah to choose Jerusalem again.
(Copyright © 06/2002)
Jerusalem, Jerusalem!
From generation to generation
Jerusalem is blessed,
So behold the revelation,
For it is manifest!
While sun and moon and stars still shine,
While sons of men exist,
God says, 'Jerusalem is Mine!
Let nobody resist! '
The capital of Israel stands
Before God's Throne on high!
Receiver of the Lord's commands,
The apple of His eye,
Christ's future Throne, awaits Him still,
This lesson Man must learn,
Since Jesus Christ on Zion's Hill
Has promised to return...
Freewill is wise, yet limits fall,
Both on the rich and poor,
Christ's prophecies apply to all,
Of that you can be sure...
The wise, of course, remember Him,
Christ died to save each Jew...
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Great things are said of you!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Jerusalem Drenched In Blood
jerusalem
halleluya
the promised land
oor messiah
jerusalem
drenched in blood
religious fanatics
murder for god
halleluya
halleluya
jerusalem
drenched in blood
halleluya
halleluya
killing
in the name o god
jesus christ
king david
yahweh
mohammed
irgun
betah
hamas
al queda
halleluya
halleluya
jerusalem
drenched in blood
halleluya
halleluya
killing
in the name o god
poem by John Mcleish
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Jerusalem's Cry
Can you hear Jerusalem's cry
Can you see the storm on the rise
Look around you can;t deny
This is the hour of heaven's time
Armies gather in the East
For the war that's soon to come
Death will march with the mark of the beast
So seek the Light and walk with the Son
Soon we'll see His wrath come down
And the Lord descending from the sky
When you hear the trumpets sound
God has answered Jerusalem's cry
When the sun goes black
And the moon blood red
And the stars fall from the sky
The Word of God in the Bible says
We're living in the end times
Soon we'll see His wrath come down
And the Lord descending from the sky
When you hear the trumpets sound
God has answered Jerusalem's cry
Soon the dead in Christ will rise
And join Him in he sky
Even unbelivers will see
God has answered Jerusalem's cry
God has answered Jerusalem's cry
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Jerusalem Is My Brother
Jerusalem is my brother
That I am very proud to have
Shallon shallon shallon
Jerusalem is my brother
Sometimes I borrow some clothes and shoes from my brother to wear
When I am tired of my own style and he doesn't mind because I borrow my Clothes and shoes for him to wear in return
So we ar e both doing a favor for each other
Shallon shallon shallon
Jerusalem is my brother
And I couldn't ask for a brother better than Jerusalem
Shallon Shallon Shallon
Jerusalem is my brother
And we are swimming in the Red Sea
Today but the good thing is that we will not sink in the Red Sea
Shallon Shallon Shallon
Jerusalem is my brother that I love very much
Shallon Shallon Shallon
Jerusalem is my brother
And he is the leader in everything we do togeher
And I am the follower
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Jerusalem
The highways screamin, callin out your name
Cause every road that you travel on
Theres a price to pay
A thousand eyes are starin
But the blind still lead the blind
Where will you turn if it all goes wrong
And youre on the run jerusalem?
You say you walked through the valley
You say youve seen the signs
Echoes call you from a distant age
Or is it in your mind?
Then a thousand souls rise from the sea
Holding up the sun
And an angel cries beware your lies
It could be the end of it all
Where will you turn if it all goes wrong
And youre on the run jerusalem?
Everybody knows your name, every road leads to anger
Will it always be the same, is there reason to return?
Where will you turn if it all goes wrong
And youre on the run jerusalem?
When an angel cries - jerusalem
Better watch your lies - jerusalem
When an angel cries - jerusalem
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God's Eternal City
Today's occupation of Jerusalem by others in Scripture is unfounded,
And the whole world will see this fact when that Trumpet is sounded.
When millions leave the earth, those left behind will be dumbfounded,
And soon after this happens, God's Eternal City will be surrounded.
For those left behind, a politician will grab the focus of the world,
He will confirm a covenant for Israel and his plans will be unfurled.
The very city that Arabs claim because of one of their holiest sites,
Was a city conquered and taken by King David from the Jebusites.
Even Nehemiah told an Arab when he went to rebuild Jerusalem's wall,
You have no share in Jerusalem, claim or historic right to it at all.
The leaders convince people to kill themselves, thinking it's clever,
In a vain attempt to take the City that God put His Name on forever.
In His time God will gather all the nations around His Beloved City,
He will pour His wrath on Israel's enemies, and show them no pity.
According to God's Word, Israel's Messiah will descend from the sky,
And as Christ comes with the clouds He will capture every single eye.
It will be on the Mount of Olives, on which the Messiah shall stand,
This is the day Zechariah said Israel would see and then understand.
For Israel will be delivered through God's outstretched mighty hand,
And finally do away with all Israel's enemies and purify their land.
(Copyright © 06/2002)
You are not just a city.
You are not just a city,
You are more than that,
Much, much more,
For you are the very heart of God.
Let no one say you are just a city,
Let them that do be accursed,
You are more than that,
You are the brightest jewel in His crown.
Jerusalem, eternal and holy,
Not just a city,
The throne room is what you are,
From you He will reign.
Not just a city,
You are the very heart,
A bright shining star,
Yerushilim, this is what you are.
poem by Steven Reeve
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