JERUSALEM on high My song and city is, My home whene’er I die, The centre of my bliss:
O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, And see Thy face?
There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live; There angels to Him sing, And lowly homage give.
The patriarchs of old, There from their travels cease; The prophets there behold, Their longed-for Prince of Peace.
The faithful martyrs, they Within those courts are found, Clothed in their pure array, Their scars with glory crowned.
Sweet place, sweet place alone, The Court of God Most High, The Heaven of heavens, the throne Of spotless majesty!
Samuel Crossman, 1624-83