Jerusalem the Golden

Jerusalem the golden,

With milk and honey blest,

Beneath thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice opprest:

I know not, O I know not,

What joys await us there,

What radiancy of glory,

What light beyond compare.

They stand, those halls of Zion,

All jubilant with song,

And bright with many angel,

And all the martyr throng:

The Prince is ever in them,

The daylight is serene;

The pastures of the blessed

Are decked with glorious sheen.

There is the throne of David,

And there, from care released,

The shout of them that triumph,

The song of them that feast;

And they who with their Leader

Have conquered in the fight,

Forever and forever

Are clad in robes of white.

Exult, O dust and ashes!

The Lord shall be thy part:

His only, His forever,

Thou shalt be and thou art!

Jesus, in mercy bring us

Soon to that land of rest:

Who art, with God the Father

And Spirit, ever blest!

Jerusalem the golden,

Shall I e'er see thy face?

O sweet and pleasant city,

Shall I e'er win thy grace?

I have the hope within me

To comfort and to bless;

Shall I e'er win the glory?

O my Redeemer, yes!

Amen.