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Song written by:
Original in English: Joseph Bromehead (1748 – 1826)
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Jerusalem my happy home
Name ever dear to me
When shall my labors have an end
In joy and peace and thee
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When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls
And pearly gates behold
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong
And streets of shining gold
3
There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom
Nor sin nor sorrow know
Blest seats through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you
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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
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Apostles martyrs prophets there
Around my Savior stand
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band
6
Jerusalem my happy home
My soul still pants for thee
Then shall my labors have an end
When I thy joys shall see
7
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
Original Text
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Jerusalem my happy home
When shall I come to thee
When shall my sorrows have an end
Thy joys when shall I see
2
O happy harbor of the saints
O sweet and pleasant soil
In thee no sorrow may be found
No grief no care no toil
3
In thee no sickness may be seen
No hurt no ache no sore
There is no death nor ugly devil
There is life for evermore
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No dampish mist is seen in thee
No cold nor darksome night
There every soul shines as the sun
For God himself gives light
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There lust and lucre cannot dwell
There envy bears no sway
There is no hunger heat nor cold
But pleasure every way
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Jerusalem Jerusalem
God grant that I may see
Thine endless joy and of the same
Partaker ay may be
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Thy walls are made of precious stones
Thy bulwarks diamonds square
Thy gates are of right orient pearl
Exceeding rich and rare
8
Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
With carbuncles do shine
Thy very streets are paved with gold
Surpassing clear and fine
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Thy houses are of ivory
Thy windows crystal clear
Thy tiles are made of beaten gold
O God that I were there
10
Within thy gates nothing doth come
That is not passing clean
No spider’s web no dirt no dust
No filth may there be seen
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Aye my sweet home Jerusalem
Would God I were in thee
Would God my woes were at an end
Thy joys that I might see
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Thy saints are crowned with glory great
They see God face to face
They triumph still they still rejoice
Most happy is their case
13
We that are here in banishment
Continually do mourn
We sigh and sob we weep and wail
Perpetually we groan
14
Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall
Our pleasure is but pain
Our joys scarce last the looking on
Our sorrows still remain
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But there they live in such delight
Such pleasure and such play
As that to them a thousand years
Doth seem as yesterday
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Thy vineyards and thy orchards are
Most beautiful and fair
Full furnished with trees and fruits
Most wonderful and rare
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Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
Continually are green
There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen
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There is nectar and ambrosia made
There is musk and civet sweet
There many a fair and dainty drug
Is trodden under feet
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There cinnamon there sugar grows
Here nard and balm abound
What tongue can tell or heart conceive
The joys that there are found
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Quite through the streets with silver sound
The flood of life doth flow
Upon whose banks on every side
The wood of life doth grow
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There trees for evermore bear fruit
And evermore do spring
There evermore the angels be
And evermore do sing
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There David stands with harp in hand
As master of the choir
Ten thousand times that man were blessed
That might this music hear
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Our Lady sings Magnificat
With tune surpassing sweet
And all the virgins bear their part
Sitting at her feet
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There Magdalen hath left her moan
And cheerfully doth sing
With blessèd saints whose harmony
In every street doth ring
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Jerusalem my happy home
Would God I were in thee
Would God my woes were at an end
Thy joys that I might see
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