Verse 1

JERUSALEM, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my labors have an end? Thy joys when shall I see?

Verse 2

O happy harbour of the saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no care, no toil.

Verse 3

Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamonds square; Thy gates are of right orient pearl, Exceeding rich and rare;

Verse 4

Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine Thy very streets are paved with gold Surpassing clear and fine.

Verse 5

Thy vineyards and thy orchards are Most beautiful and fair, Full furnished with trees and fruits Most wonderful and rare.

Verse 6

Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green, There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen.

Verse 7

Quite through the streets with silver sound The flood of life doth flow; Upon whose banks on every side The wood of life doth grow.

Verse 8

Thy saints are crowned with glory great, They see God face to face; They triumph still, they still rejoice, Most happy is their case.

Verse 9

There David stands with harp in hand As master of the quire, Ten thousand times that man were blest That might this music hear.

Verse 10

There Magdalene hath left her moan, And cheerfully doth sing With blessèd saints, whose harmony In every street doth ring. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, God grant me once to see Thy endless joys and of the same Partaker aye to be. Amen.

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