O Heavenly Jerusalem

O heavenly Je­ru­sa­lem

Of ev­er­last­ing halls

Thrice bless­èd are the people

Thou stor­est in thy walls.

Thou art the gold­en man­sion

Where saints for­ev­er sing

The seat of God’s own chos­en

The pal­ace of the king.

There God for­ev­er sit­teth

Himself of all the crown

The Lamb

the Light that shin­eth

And nev­er go­eth down.

Naught to this seat ap­proach­eth

Their sweet peace to mo­lest;

They sing their God for­ev­er

Nor day nor night they rest.

Sure hope doth thi­ther lead us;

Our long­ings thi­ther tend;

May short lived toil ne’er daunt us

For joys that can­not end.

To Christ the sun that light­ens

His Church above

be­low

To Fa­ther

and to Spir­it

All things cre­at­ed bow.