1 Jerusalem, my happy home,
O, how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see? MIM 6.3
2 Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are paved with gold. MIM 6.4
3 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks
My study long have been;
Such dazzling views by human sight
Have never yet been seen. MIM 6.5
4 If heaven be thus glorious, Lord,
Why should I stay from thence.
What folly’s this that I should dread
To die, and go from hence. MIM 7.1
5 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend,
Where congregations ne’er break up,
And Sabbaths never end. MIM 7.2
6 When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun. MIM 7.3