Jerusalem, My Happy Home,
Name Ever Dear To Me,
When Shall My Labours Have An End
In Joy, And Peace, And Thee ?

When Shall These Eyes Thy Heaven-Built Walls
And Pearly Gates Behold ?
Thy Bulwarks With Salvation Strong,
And Streets Of Shining Gold ?

Why Should I Shrink From Pain And Woe,
Or Feel At Death Dismay ?
I’ve Canaan’s Goodly Land In View,
And Realms Of Endless Day.

Apostles, Martyrs, Prophets, There
Around My Saviour Stand ;
And Soon My Friends In Christ Below
Will Join The Glorious Band.

Jerusalem, My Happy Home,
My Soul Still Pants For Thee ;
Then Shall My Labours Have An End,
When I Thy Joys Shall See.