Jerusalem, My Happy Home,
Name ever dear to me.
When shall my labours have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?
When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls,
And pearly gates behold,
The bulwarks with salvations strong,
And streets of shining gold.
There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know
Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.
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.
Jerusalem, My Happy Home Lyrics