Jerusalem! my glorious 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 heaven-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:

Blessed 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 Saviour stand;

And soon my friends in Christ below

Will join the glorious band.

6 Jerusalem! my glorious home!

My soul still pants for thee;

Then shall my labors have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.