#149MARCHING TO JERUSALEM

THERE is a holy city, A happy place above, Among the starry regions, Built by the God of love.

There Jesus sits exalted, In God-like majesty; The angels bow before him, The elders bend the knee. While we'll march around Jerusalem, &c.

Is this the man of sorrows Who stood at Pilate's bar— Condemned by haughty Herod, And by his men of war? Yes we'll march around Jerusalem, &c.

He seems a mighty conqueror, Who spoiled the powers below, And ransomed many captives From sin, from want and woe. We'll shout around Jerusalem, &c.