J ERUSALEM , my Home,
I see thy walls arise;
Their jasper clear and sardine stone
Flash radiance through the skies.
In clouds of heaven descending,
With angel train attending,
Thy gates of glistering pearl unfold
On streets of glassy gold.
No sun is there, no day or night;
But, built of seven-fold splendors bright,
Thy Temple is the Light OF Light ,
Jerusalem, my Home.
Jerusalem, my Home,
Where shines the royal Throne;
Each king casts down his golden crown
Before the Lamb thereon.
Thence flows the crystal River,
And, flowing on for ever,
With leaves and fruits, on either hand,
The Tree of Life shall stand.
In blood-washed robes, all white and fair,
The Lamb shall lead His chosen there,
While clouds of incense fill thy air,
Jerusalem, my Home.
Jerusalem, my Home,
Where saints in triumph sing,
While, tuned in tones of golden harps,
Heaven's boundless arches ring.
No more in tears and sighing
Our weak hosannas dying,
But alleluias loud and high
Roll thundering through the sky.
One chorus thrills their countless throngs;
Ten thousand times ten thousand tongues
Fill thee with overwhelming songs,
Jerusalem, my Home.
Jerusalem, my Home,
Thou sole, all-glorious Bride,
Creation shouts with joy to see
Thy Bridegroom at thy side:
The Man yet interceding,
His Hands and Feet yet bleeding,
And Him the billowy hosts adore
LORD GOD for evermore.
And " Holy, Holy, Holy, " cry
The choirs that crowd thy courts on high,
Resounding everlastingly,
Jerusalem, my Home.
Jerusalem, my Home,
Where saints in glory reign,
Thy haven safe O when shall I,
Poor storm-tossed pilgrim, gain?
At distance dark and dreary,
With sin and sorrow weary,
For thee I toil, for thee I pray,
For thee I long alway.
And lo! mine eyes shall see thee, too:
O rend in twain, thou veil of blue,
And let the Golden City through, —
Jerusalem, my Home!
I see thy walls arise;
Their jasper clear and sardine stone
Flash radiance through the skies.
In clouds of heaven descending,
With angel train attending,
Thy gates of glistering pearl unfold
On streets of glassy gold.
No sun is there, no day or night;
But, built of seven-fold splendors bright,
Thy Temple is the Light OF Light ,
Jerusalem, my Home.
Jerusalem, my Home,
Where shines the royal Throne;
Each king casts down his golden crown
Before the Lamb thereon.
Thence flows the crystal River,
And, flowing on for ever,
With leaves and fruits, on either hand,
The Tree of Life shall stand.
In blood-washed robes, all white and fair,
The Lamb shall lead His chosen there,
While clouds of incense fill thy air,
Jerusalem, my Home.
Jerusalem, my Home,
Where saints in triumph sing,
While, tuned in tones of golden harps,
Heaven's boundless arches ring.
No more in tears and sighing
Our weak hosannas dying,
But alleluias loud and high
Roll thundering through the sky.
One chorus thrills their countless throngs;
Ten thousand times ten thousand tongues
Fill thee with overwhelming songs,
Jerusalem, my Home.
Jerusalem, my Home,
Thou sole, all-glorious Bride,
Creation shouts with joy to see
Thy Bridegroom at thy side:
The Man yet interceding,
His Hands and Feet yet bleeding,
And Him the billowy hosts adore
LORD GOD for evermore.
And " Holy, Holy, Holy, " cry
The choirs that crowd thy courts on high,
Resounding everlastingly,
Jerusalem, my Home.
Jerusalem, my Home,
Where saints in glory reign,
Thy haven safe O when shall I,
Poor storm-tossed pilgrim, gain?
At distance dark and dreary,
With sin and sorrow weary,
For thee I toil, for thee I pray,
For thee I long alway.
And lo! mine eyes shall see thee, too:
O rend in twain, thou veil of blue,
And let the Golden City through, —
Jerusalem, my Home!