▁in ▁that ▁holy ▁cho ir : ▁But ▁death ▁itself ▁there ▁dies , ▁And ▁s igh s ▁themselves ▁exp ire . ▁ ▁Ref rain ▁ ▁There ▁should ▁tempt ations ▁ce ase , ▁My ▁fra ilt ies ▁there ▁should ▁end . ▁There ▁should ▁I ▁rest ▁in ▁peace ▁In ▁the ▁arms ▁of ▁my ▁best ▁friend . ▁ ▁Ref rain ▁ ▁Jerusalem ▁on ▁high ▁My ▁song ▁and ▁city ▁is , ▁My ▁home ▁when e ’ er ▁I ▁die , ▁The ▁center ▁of ▁my ▁bl iss . ▁ ▁Ref rain ▁ ▁Th y ▁walls , ▁sweet ▁city ! ▁th ine ▁With ▁p ear ls ▁are ▁g arn ished , ▁Th y ▁gates ▁with ▁pra ises ▁sh ine , ▁Th y ▁streets ▁with ▁gold ▁are ▁spread . ▁ ▁Ref rain ▁ ▁No ▁sun ▁by ▁day ▁sh ines ▁there , ▁No ▁moon ▁by ▁silent ▁night . ▁O ▁no ! ▁these ▁need less ▁are ; ▁The ▁Lamb ’ s ▁the ▁city ’ s ▁light . ▁ ▁Ref rain ▁ ▁There ▁dwell s ▁my ▁Lord , ▁my ▁King , ▁Jud ged ▁here ▁un fit ▁to ▁live ; ▁There ▁ang els ▁to ▁Him ▁sing , ▁And ▁low ly ▁hom age ▁give . ▁ ▁Ref rain ▁ ▁The ▁patri arch s ▁of ▁old ▁There ▁from ▁their ▁travel s ▁ce ase : ▁The ▁proph ets ▁there ▁beh old ▁Their ▁long ed ▁for ▁Prince ▁of ▁peace . ▁ ▁Ref rain ▁ ▁The ▁Lamb ’ s ▁apost les ▁there ▁I ▁might ▁with ▁joy ▁beh old : ▁The ▁har pers ▁I ▁might ▁hear ▁Har ping ▁on ▁har ps