609 Jerusalem my happy home,

1 Jerusalem my happy home, Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end In joy, and peace, and thee? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold? 3 O when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where evermore the angels sing, Where sabbaths have no end? 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know; Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. 5 Why should I shrink from pain and woe, Or feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. 6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there Around my Savior stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. 7 Jerusalem, my happy home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joy shall see.