Jerusalem the golden,

With milk and honey blest,

Beneath thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice oppressed.

I know not, oh! I know not,

What joys await us there,

What radiancy of glory,

What bliss beyond compare.

They stand, those halls of Zion,

All jubilant with song;

And bright with many angels,

And all the martyr throng;

The daylight is serene,

The pastures of the blessed

Are decked in glorious sheen.

There is the throne of David;

And there from are released,

The shout of them that triumph,

The song them that feast:

And they who with their Leader,

Have conquered in the fight,

For ever and for ever

Are clothed in robes of white.

Oh, sweet and blessed country,

The home of God’s elect!

Oh, 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 blest.