O Jerusalem - The Porter's Gate, Greg Thompson

They have told us of a city

Where our tears are washed away

And every shadowed valley

Is washed in endless day

They have told us of a table

Where the poor are honored guests

Where all the weary wanderers

Come in to bless and rest

Will we see the day of the city of God?

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Can we run away, to the city of God?

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem

They have told us of a chorus

Where our voices join as one

In songs of celebration

That all our wars are done

Will we see the day of the city of God?

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Can we run away, to the city of God?

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Ahhh, Ohhhh ohhhh

Come, Lord Jesus, Come (Come, Lord Jesus, Come)

Come, Lord Jesus, Come (Come, Lord Jesus, Come)

Come, Lord Jesus, Come (Come, Lord Jesus, Come)

Come, Lord Jesus, Come

They have told us of a city

Where all death will be undone

And all our tearful mourning

Gives way to healing song