Jerusalem, my happy home,

O how I long for thee!

When will my sorrows have an end?

Thy joys when shall I see?

2 Thy walls are all of precious stones,

Most glorious to behold!

Thy gates are richly set with pearl,

Thy streets are paved with gold.

3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant greens

My study long have been;

Such sparkling gems by human sight

Have never yet been seen.

4 If heavén be thus glorious, Lord,

Why should I stay from thence?

What folly ’tis that I should dread

To die and go from hence!

5 Reach down, reach down thine arms of grace

And cause me to ascend,

Where congregations ne’er break up,

And Sabbaths never end.

6 Jesus, my love, to glory’s gone;

Him will I go and see;

And all my brethren here below

Will soon come after me.