Jerusalem the golden!
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed,
I know not,— oh, I know not,
What joys await me 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.
There is the throne of David,
And there, from toll released,
The shout of them that trumph,
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.
Oh, land that see’st no sorrow,
Oh, state that fear’st no strife!
Oh, royal land of flowers!
Oh, realm and home of life!
Oh, sweet and blessed country,
The home of God’s elect!
Oh, sweet and blessed 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 blest!
