Built by Je­ho­vah’s hand,
The ho­ly ci­ty see:
Its hap­py gates wide op­en stand:
To en­ter all are free.

One bright, eter­nal day
Shall in the ci­ty reign,
Darkness and death are fled away,
Ne’er to re­turn again.

O bless­èd, hap­py state!
Great God, we thank­ful come,
Low at Thy foot­stool hum­bly wait,
And make Thy church our home.

Jerusalem shall be
Our peace­ful, blest ab­ode:
Here we will love and hon­or Thee,
Our Sav­ior and our God!