Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Jerusalem

Je­ru­sa­lem

Thou ci­ty ev­er blest

Within thy por­tals first I find

My safe­ty

peace and rest.

Here dan­gers al­ways threat­en me

My days in strife are spent

And la­bor

sor­row

wor­ry

grief

I find at best their strength.

No won­der

then

that I do long

O bless­èd home

for thee

Where I shall find a rest­ing place

From sin and sor­row free;

Where tears and weep­ing are no more

Nor death

nor pain

nor night

For for­mer things are passed way

And dark­ness turned to light.

Now all for me has lost its charm

Which by the world is praised

Since on the cross

through faith

I saw

My Sav­ior Je­sus raised;

My goal is fixed

one thing I ask

Whate’er the cost may be

Jerusalem

Je­ru­sa­lem

Soon to ar­rive in thee.