JERUSALEM, my happy home, Name ever dear to me, When shall my labours have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee?
When shall these eyes those Heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold, Those bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold?
O when, great city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne’er disperse, And sabbaths have no end?
Why should I shrink at pain and woe, Or feel at death dismay? I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view, And realms of endless day.
Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem, my happy home! My soul still longs for thee; Then shall my labours have an end, When I those joys shall see.
Joseph Bromehead, 1748-1826