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

2 When shall these eyes Thy heav'n-built walls
And pearly gates behold,
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong
And streets of shining fold?

3 Oh, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend?
Where evermore the angels sing,
The Sabbath has no end.

4 O Christ, do Thou my soul prepare
For that bright home of love
That I may see Thee and adore
With all Thy saints above.