Jerusalem, My Happy Home

Jerusalem! my happy home!

Name ever dear to me!

When shall my labors 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?

Oh, when, thou city of my God,

Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up

And Sabbaths have no end?

There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know;

Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes

I onward press to you.

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.

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 labors have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.

Amen.