Jerusalem, My Happy Home

Jerusalem, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys, when shall I see?

Thy saints are crowned with glory great;
They see God face to face;
They triumph still, they still rejoice;
Most happy is their case.

There David stands with harp in hand
As master of the choir;
Ten thousand times that man were blest
That might this music hear.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
God grant that I may see
Thine endless joy, and of the same
partaker ever be!