Jerusalem, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

When shall these eyes thy heav'n-built walls
And pearly gates behold,
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong
And streets of shining gold?

Oh, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend?
Where evermore the angels sing,
The Sabbath has no end.

Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Savior stand,
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

O Christ, do thou my soul prepare
For that bright home of love
That I may see thee and adore
With all thy saints above.

Text: public domain.
Tune: KoinÈ, Judas on Straight Street Publications