1 O what their joy and their glory must be,
those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see!
Crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest:
God shall be all, and in all ever blest.

2 Truly Jerusalem name we that shore:
"Vision of peace" that brings joy evermore!
Wish and fulfillment can severed be ne'er,
nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer.

3 We, where no troubles distraction can bring,
safely the anthems of Zion shall sing;
while for thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise
thy blessèd people evermore raise.

4 Now, in the meantime, with hearts raised on high,
we for that country must yearn and must sigh,
seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,
through our long exile on Babylon's strand.

5 Low before him with our praises we fall,
of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all:
of whom, the Father, and through whom, the Son,
in whom, the Spirit, with these ever One.