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 dwell
And evermore do sing.
5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Savior stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
6 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.
|First Line:||Jerusalem, my happy home|
|Title:||Jerusalem, My Happy Home|
|Author:||F. B. P., 16th cent|
|Name:||LAND OF REST|
|Composer:||Charles H. Webb, b. 1933|
|Copyright:||Setting © 1989 Fischer and Brothers, All rights assigned to and controlled by Alfred Publishing Co., Inc.|