1 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 light beyond compare!

2 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.

3 There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released,
The song of them that triumph,
The shout of them that feast;
And they, who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white.

4 O sweet and blessed country,
Shall I e'er see Thy face?
O sweet and blessed country,
Shall I e'er win thy grace?
Exult, O dust and ashes,
The Lord shall be thy part;
His only, His forever,
Thou shalt be, and thou art.