Zion

My Heart Goes Longing

of one heart, and one soul
all things in common, young and old

to every man according to his need, none that lack
taking no more, not even to fill thy sack

nothing by coercion, or cajole
grace on everyone, grace upon all

a people, a place, Enoch of ancient
a people, a place, a future obtainment

for yonder my heart goes longing
fit for the Lord to dwell; called Zion

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