Jerusalem, thou ci­ty blest,
Thy child­ren all are free;
And wea­ry ones our Lord gives rest,
Here sing glad songs of thee.
Their lov­ing hearts, though fierce­ly tossed
On life’s wild, rag­ing sea,
Will, yon­der, when life’s sea is crossed,
Find end­less joy in thee.

Bright crys­tal streams un­ceas­ing flow
Within thy gates so fair;
Thy streets of gold bear throngs in white
To hail our en­trance there:
Could we abide but one sweet day
With all thy glo­ri­ous throng
All sting of death would flee away
In hope’s tri­um­phant song.

Jerusalem, thou har­bor blest;
We long, be­yond life’s sea,
When earth­ly suns have sunk to rest,
To an­chor safe in thee.
O sun­lit clime, where clouds ne’er frown,
Where heart­aches ne­ver come!
We hope, at last, to wear the crown,
And share thy joys at home.