We are on our journey home,

Where Christ our Lord is gone;

We shall meet around his throne,

When he makes his people one

In the new Jerusalem.

2 We can see that distant home,

Though clouds rise dark between;

Faith views the radiant dome,

And a luster flashes keen

From the new Jerusalem.

3 O glory shining far

From the never-setting Sun!

O trembling morning star!

Our journey’s almost done

To the new Jerusalem.

4 O holy! heavenly home!

O, rest eternal there!

When shall the exiles come,

Where they cease from earthly care,

In the new Jerusalem.

5 Our hearts are breaking now

Those mansions fair to see:

O Lord! thy heavens bow,

And raise us up with thee

To the new Jerusalem.