1 Jerusalem, my happy home,
When shall I with you be?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Your joys when shall I see?

2 Your saints are crowned with glory great;
They see God face to face;
They triumph still, they still rejoice:
In that most holy place.

3 Ther David stands wth harp in hand
As master of the choir:
Ten thousand time that we were blest
That might this music hear.

4 Our Lady sings Magnificat
With tune surpassing sweet;
And all the virgins join the song
While sitting at her feet.

5 There Magdalene has left her tears,
And cheerfully does sing
With blessed saints, whose harmony
In ev'ry street does ring.

6 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
God grant that I may see
Your endless joy, and of the same
Partaker ever be!