The Cyber Hymnal ‎#3377

3377. 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. There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.

4. Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?
I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

5. Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around my Savior stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

6. Jerusalem, my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

7. O Christ do Thou my soul prepare
For that bright home of love;
That I may see Thee and adore,
With all Thy saints above.

The original text:

1. Jerusalem, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2. O happy harbor of the saints!
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow may be found,
No grief, no care, no toil.

3. In thee no sickness may be seen,
No hurt, no ache, no sore;
There is no death nor ugly devil,
There is life for evermore.

4. No dampish mist is seen in thee,
No cold nor darksome night;
There every soul shines as the sun;
For God himself gives light.

5. There lust and lucre cannot dwell;
There envy bears no sway;
There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,
But pleasure every way.

6. Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
God grant that I may see
Thine endless joy, and of the same
Partaker ay may be!

7. Thy walls are made of precious stones,
Thy bulwarks diamonds square;
Thy gates are of right orient pearl;
Exceeding rich and rare;

8. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
With carbuncles do shine;
Thy very streets are paved with gold,
Surpassing clear and fine;

9. Thy houses are of ivory,
Thy windows crystal clear;
Thy tiles are made of beaten gold—
O God that I were there!

10. Within thy gates nothing doth come
That is not passing clean,
No spider’s web, no dirt, no dust,
No filth may there be seen.

11. Aye, my sweet home, Jerusalem,
Would God I were in thee:
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see.

12. Thy saints are crowned with glory great;
They see God face to face;
They triumph still, they still rejoice
Most happy is their case.

13. We that are here in banishment
Continually do mourn:
We sigh and sob, we weep and wail,
Perpetually we groan.

14. Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall,
Our pleasure is but pain:
Our joys scarce last the looking on,
Our sorrows still remain.

15. But there they live in such delight,
Such pleasure and such play,
As that to them a thousand years
Doth seem as yesterday.

16. Thy vineyards and thy orchards are
Most beautiful and fair,
Full furnished with trees and fruits,
Most wonderful and rare.

17. Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
Continually are green:
There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.

18. There is nectar and ambrosia made,
There is musk and civet sweet;
There many a fair and dainty drug
Is trodden under feet.

19. There cinnamon, there sugar grows,
Here nard and balm abound.
What tongue can tell or heart conceive
The joys that there are found?

20. Quite through the streets with silver sound
The flood of life doth flow,
Upon whose banks on every side
The wood of life doth grow.

21. There trees for evermore bear fruit,
And evermore do spring;
There evermore the angels be,
And evermore do sing.

22. There David stands with harp in hand
As master of the choir:
Ten thousand times that man were blessed
That might this music hear.

23. Our Lady sings Magnificat
With tune surpassing sweet,
And all the virgins bear their part,
Sitting at her feet.

24. There Magdalen hath left her moan,
And cheerfully doth sing
With blessèd saints, whose harmony
In every street doth ring.

25. Jerusalem, my happy home,
Would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end
Thy joys that I might see!

Text Information

• First Line: Jerusalem, my happy home
• Title: Jerusalem My Happy Home
• Author: Joseph Bromehead (1795)
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Source: Psalms and Hymns for Public or Private Devotion (Sheffield, England: Brittania Press, 1795)
• Copyright: Public Domain
• Notes: The original manuscript in the British Museum, dated around 1583, is inscribed, A song made by F. B. P. to the tune of DIANA. The author is thought to have been a Catholic priest who based the hymn on the writings of St. Augustine. For another version of these words, see "O Mother Dear, Jerusalem." Alternate tunes: JERUSALEM (STANIFORTH), T. Worsley Staniforth, 1866; HEAVENLY JERUSALEM, in A Compilation of Genuine Church Music, by Joseph Funk (Winchester, Virginia: J. W. Hollis, 1832); SOUTHILL traditional tune, in The English Hymnal (London: Oxford University Press, 1906), number 638; SOUTHWELL (IRONS), Herbert S. Irons, 1861

Tune Information

• Name: BARRE
• Composer: Edward Clark (1871)
• Meter: CM
• Incipit: 33451 76665 17654
• Key: C Major
• Copyright: Public Domain