Precious Memories - 2
Oh, what precious memories
I have of you, O Zion,
Land that I love so much,
For you are in my heart.
To you I shall fly
When my Lord returns;
For He went to heaven,
And soon He will come to take me.
Yes, I will press on toward that land beyond;
And there I will end the many struggles of this life.
There is my good Lord,
Whom I long to see;
He is everything to me,
And without Him I cannot live.
Beautiful, so beautiful, is the hope
Of those who watch for you,
For they receive strength
That is found only there;
Those who seek to reach
Your embrace, O Zion,
Will be free from sin
And from every temptation.
The Holy Scriptures declare
How beautiful are the feet
Of those who bring the good news
To the unbelievers;
And if it is so wonderful
To speak of these glories here,
How much greater it will be
To enjoy the grace that is there!
