Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

Thou city ever blest,

Within thy portals first I find

My safety, peace, and rest.

Here dangers always threaten me,

My days in strife are spent,

And labor, sorrow, worry, grief,

I find at best their strength.

No wonder, then, that I do long,

O blessed home, for thee,

Where I shall find a resting-place,

From sin and sorrow free;

Where tears and weeping are no more,

Nor death, nor pain, nor night,

For former things are passed away,

And darkness turned to light.

Now all for me has lost its charm

Which by the world is praised,

Since on the cross, through faith, I saw

My Saviour Jesus raised;

My goal is fixed, one thing I ask,

Whate’er the cost may be,

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

Soon to arrive in thee.