Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest
Beneath thy contemplation sink heart and voice oppressed
I know not, O I know not, what joys await us there
What radiancy of glory, what bliss beyond compare
They stand, those halls of Zion, all jubilant with song
And bright with many an angel, and all the martyr throng
The Prince is ever in them, the daylight is serene
The pastures of the blessed are decked in glorious sheen
There is the throne of David, and there, from care released
The shout of them that triumph, the song of them that feast
And they, who with their Leader, have conquered in the fight
Forever and forever are clad in robes of white
Alternate verses:
O sweet and blessed country, 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 blessed
Brief life is here our portion, brief sorrow, short lived care
The life that knows no ending, the tearless life, is there
O happy retribution! Short toil, eternal rest
For mortals and for sinners, a mansion with the blest
That we should look, poor wanderers, to have our home on high!
That worms should seek for dwellings beyond the starry sky!
And now we fight the battle, but then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting, and passionless renown
And how we watch and struggle, and now we live in hope
And Zion in her anguish with Babylon must cope
But he whom now we trust in shall then be seen and known
And they that know and see Him shall have Him for their own
For thee, O dear, dear country, mine eyes their vigils keep
For very love, beholding, thy happy name, they weep
The mention of thy glory is unction to the breast
And medicine in sickness, and love, and life, and rest
O one, O only mansion! O paradise of joy!
Where tears are ever banished, and smiles have no alloy
The cross is all thy splendor, the Crucified thy praise
His laud and benediction thy ransomed people raise
Jerusalem the glorious! Glory of the elect!
O dear and future vision that eager hearts expect!
Even now by faith I see thee, even here thy walls discern
To thee my thoughts are kindled, and strive, and pant, and yearn
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Jerusalem, the only, that look’st from heaven below
In thee is all my glory, in me is all my woe!
And though my body may not, my spirit seeks thee fain
Till flesh and earth return me to earth and flesh again
Jerusalem, exulting on that securest shore
I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, ad love thee evermore!
I ask not for my merit: I seek not to deny
My merit is destruction, a child of wrath am I
But yet with faith I venture and hope upon the way
For those perennial guerdons I labor night and day
The best and dearest Father Who made me, and Who saved
Bore with me in defilement, and from defilement laved
When in His strength I struggle, for very joy I leap
When in my sin I totter, I weep, or try to weep
And grace, sweet grace celestial, shall all its love display
And David’s royal fountain purge every stain away
O sweet and blessed country, shall I ever see thy face?
O sweet and blessed country, shall I ever win thy grace?
I have the hope within me to comfort and to bless!
Shall I ever win the prize itself? O tell me, tell me, Yes!
Strive, man, to win that glory; toil, man, to gain that light
Send hope before to grasp it, till hope be lost in sight
Exult, O dust and ashes, the Lord shall be thy part
His only, His forever thou shalt be, and thou art
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