1 Jerusalem! my happy home!
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, in thee!
2 Oh, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne’er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?
3 There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know;
Blest seats! thro’ 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 happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
Jerusalem! My Happy Home! Lyrics
Title: The New Jerusalem
Translator: F. B. P. (1616)