Jerusalem My Happy Home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys, when shall I see?
O happy harbour of the saints!
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrows may be found.
No grief, no care, no toil.
Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
Continually are green;
There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers,
As nowhere else are seen.
Quite through the streets, with silver sound,
The flood of life doth flow,
Upon whose banks on every side,
The wood of life doth grow.
Jerusalem My Happy Home Lyrics