Lyrics
Deliver us from punishment
When the desolation comes
May the angels lead us into paradise
Deliver us from misery
That terrible and bitter day
May the angels guide us through the fire
When eternal riches come
The setting sun
Bank of Jerusalem
I lay my body down to rest
The hardest test
Is yet to come
I’m made to tremble and I fear
That day of transcendental wrath
May the angels bring us back to life
When eternal riches come
Thy will be done
Bank of Jerusalem
I lay my body down to rest
The hardest test
Is yet to come
Deliver us from avarice
The harvest of a spoiled crop
May the angels lift us from the ground
When eternal riches come
The setting sun
Bank of Jerusalem
I lay my body down to rest
The hardest test
Is yet to come
