JERUSALEM, MY HAPPY HOME

Jerusalem, my happy home,\nWhen shall I come to thee?\nWhen shall my sorrows have an end?\nThy joys when shall I see?\n2. O happy harbour of the saints!\nO sweet and pleasant soil!\nIn thee no sorrow may be found,\nNo grief, no care, no toil.\n3. In thee no sickness may be seen,\nNo hurt, no ache, no sore;\nIn thee there is no dread of death,\nBut life for evermore.\n4. Jerusalem, Jerusalem,\nGod grant I once may see\nThy endless joys and of the same\nPartaker aye may be!\n5. Thy saints are crowned with glory great\nThey see God face to face;\nThey triumph still, they still rejoice:\nMost happy is their case.\n6. But there they live in such delight,\nSuch pleasure and such play,\nAs that to them a thousand years\nDoth seem as yesterday.\n7. Quite through the streets with silver sound\nThe flood of life doth flow,\nUpon whose banks on every side\nThe wood of life doth grow.\n8. There trees for evermore bear fruit,\nAnd evermore do spring;\nThere evermore the angels sit,\nAnd evermore do sing.\n9. There David stands with harp in hand\nAs master of the choir:\nTen thousand times that man were blest\n1 03\nThat might this music hear.\n1 0. Jerusalem my happy home,\nWould God I were in thee!\nWould God my woes were at an end,\nThy joys that I might see.