The heavenly Jerusalem
Is mother of us here–
For us who’re born in Bethlehem
With Him who holds us dear.
For us He died upon a hill
Outside the city’s walls,
And there all our sins He has killed
That plagued us since the fall.
And with Him old Jerusalem dies
To live again above
With Him in whom salvation lies,
Who is undying love.
With Him Jerusalem is raised,
New mother of us all;
Her children are now with Him saved
Who heed New Adam’s call.
His Mother, Mary, waits for us
With city’s open arms
To join her as she her Son trusts–
Bask in His winsome charms.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 