Jerusalem on high My song and city is

1 Jerusalem on high,
my song that city is,
my home whene’er I die,
the center of my bliss:
O happy place!
When shall I be,
my God, with thee,
to see thy face?

2 There dwells my Lord, my King,
judged here unfit to live;
there angels to him sing,
and lowly homage give:
O happy place!
When shall I be,
my God, with thee,
to see thy face?

3 The patriarchs of old
there from their travels cease;
the prophets there behold
their longed-for Prince of Peace.
O happy place!
When shall I be,
my God, with thee,
to see thy face?

4 The Lamb’s apostles there
I might with joy behold,
the harpers I might hear
harping on harps of gold:
O happy place!
When shall I be,
my God, with thee,
to see thy face?

5 The bleeding martyrs, they
within those courts are found,
clothèd in pure array,
their scars with glory crowned;
O happy place!
When shall I be,
my God, with thee,
to see thy face?

6 Ah me! Ah me! That I
in Kedar’s tent here stay;
no place like that on high;
Lord, thither guide my way:
O happy place!
When shall I be,
my God, with thee,
to see thy face?

Source: CPWI Hymnal #402

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #3242