Verse 1
Jerusalem, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labours have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?

Verse 2
When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold,
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

Verse 3
There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sins nor sorrow know:
Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you

Verse 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

Verse 5
Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band

Verse 6
Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee!
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I Thy joys shall see