Jerusalem, my happy home,
O
how I long for thee!
When
will my sorrow have an end,
Thy
joys when shall I see?
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.
3
Thy
garden and thy pleasant walks
My
study long have been;
Such
dazzling views by human sight
Have
never yet been seen.
4
Lord,
help us by Thy mighty grace,
To
keep in view the prize,
Till
Thou dost come to take us home
To
that blest paradise.