614 Jerusalem the golden,

1 Jerusalem the golden, With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed; I know not, O I know not, What joys await us there, What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare. 2 They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene, The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. 3 There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast; And they who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. 4 O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O 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.