Jerusalem on High

Jerusalem on high

My song that ci­ty is

My home when­e’er I die

The cen­ter of my bliss;

O hap­py place! When shall I be

My God

with Thee

to see Thy face?

Thy walls

sweet ci­ty

thine

With pearls are gar­nish­èd;

Thy gates with prais­es shine

Thy streets with gold are spread;

O hap­py place! When shall I be

My God

with Thee

to see Thy face?

No sun by day shines there

Nor moon by si­lent night;

Oh no! these need­less are

The Lamb’s the ci­ty’s light:

O hap­py place! When shall I be

My God

with Thee

to see Thy face?

There dwells my Lord

my king

Judged here un­fit to live;

There an­gels to Him sing

And low­ly hom­age give;

O hap­py place! When shall I be

My God

with Thee

to see Thy face?

The pa­tri­archs of old

There from their tra­vels cease;

The pro­phets there be­hold

Their longed for Prince of Peace;

O hap­py place! When shall I be

My God

with Thee

to see Thy face?

The Lamb’s apos­tles there

T might with joy be­hold

The harp­ers I might hear

Harping on harps of gold;

O ha­ppy place! When shall I be

My God

with Thee

to see Thy face?

The bleed­ing mar­tyrs

they

Within those courts are found

Clothèd in pure ar­ray

Their scars with glo­ry crowned;

O hap­py place! When shall I be

My God

with Thee

to see Thy face?

Ah me! ah me! that I

In Ke­dar’s tent here stay;

No place like that on high;

Lord

thi­ther guide my way;

O hap­py place! When shall I be

My God

with Thee

to see Thy face?