Lyrics
1. O mother dear, Jerusalem,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
2. O happy harbour of God's saints
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow can be found,
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.
3. Thy walls are made
of precious stones,
Thy bulwarks diamonds square;
Thy gates are of right orient pearl,
Exceeding rich and rare.
4. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
With garnets rare do shine;
Thy very streets are paved with gold,
Surpassing clear and fine.
5. No murky cloud o'ershadows thee,
Nor gloom, nor darksome night;
But every soul shines as the sun;
For God himself gives light.
6. there lust and lucre cannot dwell,
there envy bears no sway;
there is no hunger, heat, nor cold,
but pleasure every way.
7. O my sweet home, Jerusalem,
Thy joys when shall I see?
The King that sitteth on thy throne
In his felicity?
8. Thy gardens and thy goodly walks
Continually are green,
Where grow such sweet
and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.
9. Right through thy streets,
with silver sound,
The living waters flow,
And on the banks, on either side
The trees of life do grow.
10. Those trees for evermore bear fruit,
And evermore do spring:
There evermore the angels are
And evermore do sing.
11. Jerusalem, my happy home,
Would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see!