1. Jerusalem, my happy home,
        When shall I come to thee?
      When shall my sorrows have an end?
        Thy joys, when shall I see?

   2. O happy harbor of the saints!
        O sweet and pleasant soil!
      In thee no sorrow may be found,
        No grief, no cares, no toil.

   3. In thee no sickness may be seen,
        No hurt, no ache, no sore;
      In thee there is no dread of death,
        But life for evermore.

   4. No dampish mist is seen in thee,
        No cold nor darksome night;
      There every soul shines as the sun;
        There God Himself gives light.
      
   5. There lust and lucre cannot dwell;
        There envy bears no sway;
      There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,
        But pleasure every way.

   6. Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
        God grant I once may see
      Thy endless joys, and of the same
        Partaker I may be!

   7. Thy walls are made of precious stones,
        Thy bulwarks diamonds square;
      Thy gates are of right orient pearl;
        Exceeding rich and rare;

   8. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
        With carbuncles do shine;
      Thy very streets are paved with gold,
        Surpassing clear and fine;

   9. Thy houses are of ivory,
        Thy windows crystal clear;
      Thy tiles are made of beaten gold - -
        God that I were there!

  10. Within thy gates no thing doth come
        That is not passing clean,
      No spider's web, no dirt, no dust,
        No filth may there be seen.