Jerusalem the Golden

1 Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation sink heart and voice oppressed. I know not, O I know not, what joys await us there, What radiancy of glory, what bliss beyond compare.

2 They stand, those halls of Zion, all jubilant with song, And bright with many'an angel, and all the martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them, the daylight is serene. The pastures of the bless�d are decked in glorious sheen.

3 There is the throne of David, and there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, the song of them that feast; And they are with their Leader, who conquered in the fight, And won for them forever their gleaming robes of white.

4 O sweet and bless�d country, the home of God's elect! O sweet and bless�d country, that eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us to that dear land of rest, Who art, with God the Father, and Spirit, ever blessed.

5 Brief life is here our portion, brief sorrow, short lived care; The life that knows no ending, the tearless life, is there. O happy retribution! Short toil, eternal rest; For mortals and for sinners, a mansion with the blest.