1 I'm bound for New Jerusalem,
Thither my best beloved's gone:
The righteous branch of Jesse's stem,
'Tis he I've fix'd my heart upon.
2 Fain would I climb above the skies,
To see the beauties of his face;
My faith would into vision rise,
And hope would cease in his embrace.
3 I languish with extreme desire,
The object of my love to see;
O let me in love's flames expire,
That I may with my Jesus be.
4 This life's a pilgrimage of care;
When will the happy season come,
That I shall breathe celestial air,
And settle in my native home?
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #749