Jerusalem on high

1.

Jerusalem on high

My song and city is,

My home whene’er I die,

The center of my bliss;

2.

There dwells my Lord, my King,

Judged here until to live

There angels to him sing,

And lowly homage give:

3.

The patriarchs of old

There from their travels cease;

The prophets there behold

Their long’d-for Prince of Peace.

4.

The Lamb’s apostles there

I might with joy behold,

The harpers I might hear

Harping on harps of gold:

5.

The bleeding martyrs, they

Within those courts are found,

All cloth’d in pure array,

Their scars with glory crown’d:

6.

Ah me! Ah me! that I

In Kedar’s tents here stay;

No place like that on high;

Thither Lord, guide my way.