1 Jerusalem! Je­ru­sa­lem!
It is not to be­hold
The glo­ry of thy jas­per walls,
Thy streets of pur­est gold;
To see the twelve Apos­tles’ names
Upon thy bul­wark traced;
Thy gates—each one a sol­id pearl,
By each an an­gel placed;

Refrain:
"Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Name ever dear to me,
O may at last my name be found,"
With Christ, my Lord, in Thee.

2 The stream of life from ’neath the throne,
Nor yet that throne to see—
That I would pray, "O may my home
Be found at last in thee !"
No earth­ly eye I know hath seen
The glo­ries that are thine;
Nor ear hath heard such strains as rise
From ’mid the host di­vine. [Refrain]

3 But more than all thy streets can boast,
My ea­ger eyes would see
Jesus, the pre­cious Lamb of God,
Who died to ra­nsom me!
"Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Name ever dear to me,
O may at last my name be found"
With Christ, my Lord, in Thee. [Refrain]