Jerusalem, my happy home, Name ever dear to me, When shall my labours have an end In joy, and peace, and thee ?
2. When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold ? â Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold ?
3. Why should I shrink from pain and woe, Or feel at death dismay ? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day.
4. Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand ; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.
5. Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see.