Jerusalem, my happy home,
O, how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end?
The joys, when shall I see?
Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are paved with gold.
Thy garden and thy pleasant green
My study long have been;
Such sparkling light by human sight
Has never yet been seen.
Reach down, reach down, thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend
Where congregations ne’er break up
And Sabbaths never end.
Jesus, my love to glory’s gone,
Him will I go and see.
And all my brethren here below
Will soon come after me.
My friends, I bid you all adieu;
I leave you in God’s care,
And if I here no more see you,
Go on, I’ll meet you there.
There we shall meet and no more part,
And Heaven shall ring with raise,
While Jesus’ love in every heart
Shall tune the song, Free Grace.
Millions of years around may run,
Our song shall still increase,
To praise the Father and the Son
Who brought us home to bliss.
If Heaven be thus glorious, Lord,
Why should I say from thence?
What folly ’tis that I should dread
To die and go from hence?
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Then when we first begun.