Jerusalem, my happy home!

1.

Jerusalem, my happy home!

Name ever dear to me;

When shall my labors have an end,

In joy, and peace, and thee?

2.

When shall these eyes thy heav’n built walls

And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold?

3.

There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes,

I onward press to you.

4.

Why should I shrink at pain and woe

Or feel at death dismay?

I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view,

And realms of endless day.

5.

Apostles, martyrs, prophets there

Around my Savior stand;

And soon my friends in Christ below

Will join the glorious band.

6.

Jerusalem, my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee;

Then shall my labors have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.