Verse 1

Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me, when shall my labours have an end, thy joys when shall I see?

Verse 2

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 3

There David stands with harp in hand as master of the choir: ten thousand times that man were blessed that might this music hear.

Verse 4

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, God grant that I may see thine endless joy, and of the same partaker ever be!