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 blessed
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 blessed country,
the home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed 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.