1 Jerusalem, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me,
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and Thee?
When shall these eyes thy heav'n-built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold.

2 There happier bow'rs than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin, nor sorrow know,
Blest seats, thro' rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you;
Why should I shrink from pain or woe,
Or feel at death's dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around my Savior stand,
And soon my friends in Christ below,
Will join the glorious band;
Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee,
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.