When the toils of life are ov­er,
And we lay our ar­mor down,
And we bid fare­well to earth with all its cares,
We shall meet and greet our loved ones,
And our Christ we then shall crown,
In the new Je­ru­sa­lem.

Refrain

There’ll be sing­ing, there’ll be shout­ing
When the saints come march­ing home,
In Je­ru­sa­lem, in Je­ru­sa­lem,
Waving palms with loud ho­san­nas
As the King shall take His throne,
In the new Je­ru­sa­lem.

Though the way is some­times lone­ly,
He will hold me with His hand,
Through the test­ings and the tri­als I must go.
But I’ll trust and glad­ly fol­low,
For some­time I’ll un­der­stand,
In the new Je­ru­sa­lem.

Refrain

When the last good­bye is spok­en
And the tear stains wiped away,
And our eyes shall catch a glimpse of glo­ry fair,
Then with bound­ing hearts we’ll meet Him
Who hath washed our sins away,
In the new Je­ru­sa­lem.

Refrain

When we join the ran­somed ar­my
In the sum­mer land above,
And the face of our dear Sav­ior we be­hold,
We will sing and shout for­ev­er,
And we’ll grow in per­fect love,
In the new Je­ru­sa­lem.

Refrain