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

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

3 Your gardens and your gallant walks
Continually are green;
There grow such sweet and pleasant flow'rs
As nowhere else are seen.

4 There, trees forevermore bear fruit
And evermore do spring;
There evermore the angels sit
And evermore do sing!

5 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
God grant that I may see
Your endless joy, and of the same
Partaker ever be!