Jerusalem the golden ! With milk and honey blest ; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh, I know not What holy joys are there ; What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare.
2. They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel And all the martyr-throng. There is the throne of David ; And there, from toil released, The shout of them that triumph,, The song of them that feast.
3. And they who, with their Leader,, Have conquered in the fight,, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. O land that see'st no sorrow ! O state that fear'st no strife ! O royal land of flowers ! O realm and home of life !
4. O sweet and bless6d country I The home of God's elect : O sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect ! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest ; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest !