Jerusalem, my happy home

1Jerusalem, my happy home,
O, how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are paved with gold.

3Thy garden and thy pleasant walks
My study long have been;
Such dazzling views, by human sight
Have never yet been seen.

4Lord, help us by thy mighty grace
To view the prize
Till thou dost come to take us home
To that blest paradise.