Jerusalem the Golden

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 bliss be­yond com­pare.

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 bless­èd

Are decked in glo­ri­ous sheen.

There is the throne of Da­vid

And there

from care re­leased

The shout of them that tri­umph

The song of them that feast;

And they

who with their lead­er

Have con­quered in the fight

Forever and for­ev­er

Are clad in robes of white.

O sweet and bless­èd coun­try

The home of God’s elect!

O sweet and bless­èd coun­try

That ea­ger hearts ex­pect!

Jesus

in mer­cy bring us

To that dear land of rest

Who art

with God the Fa­ther

And Spir­it

ev­er blessed.

Brief life is here our por­tion

Brief sor­row

short lived care;

The life that knows no end­ing

The tear­less life

is there.

O hap­py re­tri­bu­tion!

Short toil

eter­nal rest;

For mor­tals and for sin­ners

A man­sion with the blest.

That we should look

poor wan­der­ers

To have our home on high!

That worms should seek for dwell­ings

Beyond the star­ry sky!

And now we fight the bat­tle

But then shall wear the crown

Of full and ev­er­last­ing

And pas­sion­less re­nown.

And how we watch and strug­gle

And now we live in hope

And Zi­on in her ang­uish

With Ba­by­lon must cope;

But He whom now we trust in

Shall then be seen and known

And they that know and see Him

Shall have Him for their own.

For thee

O dear

dear coun­try

Mine eyes their vi­gils keep;

For ve­ry love

be­hold­ing

Thy hap­py name

they weep:

The men­tion of thy glo­ry

Is unc­tion to the breast

And me­di­cine in sick­ness

And love

and life

and rest.

O one

O on­ly man­sion!

O para­dise of joy!

Where tears are ev­er ban­ished

And smiles have no al­loy;

The cross is all thy splen­dor

The Cru­ci­fied thy praise

His laud and be­ne­dict­ion

Thy ran­somed peo­ple raise.

Jerusalem the glo­ri­ous!

Glory of the elect!

O dear and fu­ture vi­sion

That ea­ger hearts ex­pect!

E’en now by faith I see thee

E’en here thy walls dis­cern;

To thee my thoughts are kin­dled

And strive

and pant

and yearn.

Jerusalem

the on­ly

That look’st from Heav’n be­low

In thee is all my glo­ry

In me is all my woe!

And though my bo­dy may not

My spir­it seeks thee fain

Till flesh and earth re­turn me

To earth and flesh again.

Jerusalem

ex­ult­ing

On that se­cur­est shore

I hope thee

wish thee

sing thee

And love thee ev­er­more!

I ask not for my mer­it:

I seek not to de­ny

My mer­it is de­struct­ion

A child of wrath am I.

But yet with faith I ven­ture

And hope up­on the way

For those pe­ren­ni­al guer­dons

I la­bor night and day.

The best and dear­est Fa­ther

Who made me

and who saved

Bore with me in de­file­ment

And from de­file­ment laved.

When in His strength I strug­gle

For ve­ry joy I leap;

When in my sin I tot­ter

I weep

or try to weep:

And grace

sweet grace ce­les­ti­al

Shall all its love dis­play

And Da­vid’s roy­al fount­ain

Purge ev­ery stain away.

O sweet and bless­èd coun­try

Shall I e’er see thy face?

O sweet and bless­èd coun­try

Shall I e’er win thy grace?

I have the hope with­in me

To com­fort and to bless!

Shall I e’er reach thy glo­ry?

O tell me

tell me

Yes!

Strive

man

to win that glo­ry;

Toil

man

to gain that light;

Send hope be­fore to grasp it

Till hope be lost in sight.

Exult

O dust and ash­es

The Lord shall be thy part:

His on­ly

His for­ev­er

Thou shalt be

and thou art.