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 Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
continually are green;
there grow such sweet and pleasant flow'rs
as nowhere else are seen.
4 There trees forevermore bear fruit
and evermore do spring;
there evermore the angels sit
and evermore do sing.
5 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
God grant that I may see
thine endless joy, and of the same
partaker ever be!
|First Line:||Jerusalem, my happy home|
|Title:||Jerusalem, My Happy Home|
|Author:||F. B. P., 16th cent.|
|Topic:||Grief, Sorrow; Hope, Assurance|
|Name:||LAND OF REST|
|Source:||North American traditional|
|Copyright:||Arr. © 2006 Augsburg Fortress|