 English text
William Burkitt, 1693
1. Jerusalem! my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my labors have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
2. Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Most glorious to behold;
Thy Walls are all of precious stone,
Thy streets are paved with gold.
3. Thy gardens and thy pleasant fruits
Continually are green;
There are such sweet and pleasant flowers
As ne'er before was seen.
4. If heaven be thus glorious,
Lord, why must I keep thence?
What folly is it that makes me loath
To die, and go from hence?
5. Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end.
6. When wilt thou come to me, O Lord?
O come, my Lord; most dear;
Come nearer, nearer, nearer still;
I'm well when thou art near.
7. My dear Redeemer is above,
Him will I go to see,
And all my friends in Christ below,
Shall soon come after me.
8. Jerusalem! my happy home,
O how I long for Thee!
Then shall my labors have an end,
Thy joys when once I see.
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Williams and Boden, 1801
1. Jerusalem! my happy home,
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end
In joy, and peace, and thee?
2. When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold;
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
3. 0 when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend;
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?
4. There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know;
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.
5. Why should I shrink at pain & woe,
Or feel, at death, dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
6. Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,
Around my Savior stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
7. Jerusalem! my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
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The Lord's Songs, 1805
1. Jerusalem, my happy home,
O how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end,
Thy joys when shall I see?
2. Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;
Thy several gates are each one pearl,
Thy streets are paved with gold.
3. Thy river, and thy fruitful tree,
Thy garden, and thy green,
Through dazzling light, by human sight
Could never yet be seen.
4. If heaven be thus, most glorious Lord,
Why should I fly from thence ?
What folly 'tis that I should dread
To die, and go from hence!
5. Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend.
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.
6. Jesus, my love, to glory's gone;
Him will I go and see;
And you, my brethren here below,
Will soon come after me.
7. There we shall meet, and no more part,
And heaven shall ring with praise;
While Jesus' love, in every heart,
Shall tune the song, free grace.
8. Millions of years around may run,
Our song shall still go on.
To praise the Father and the Son,
And Spirit, three in one.
9 When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining like the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise,
Than when we first begun.
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Jeremiah Ingalls, 1805
1. Jerusalem, my happy home,
O how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end?
My joys, when shall I see?
2. Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold ;
Thy gates are richly set with pearl;
Thy streets are paved with gold.
3. Thy garden and thy pleasant green
My study long have been:
Such sparkling light, by human sight
Has never yet been seen.
4. If heaven be thus, glorious Lord,
Why should I stay from thence?
What folly ’tis that I should dread
To die and go from hence.
5. Reach down,reach down thine arm of grace
And cause me to ascend
Where congregations ne’er break up,
And sabbaths never end.
6. Jesus my love to glory's gone,
Him will I go and see,
And all my brethren here below
Will soon come after me.
7. My friends, I bid you all adieu,
I leave you in God’s care ;
And if I never more see you,
Go on, I’ll meet you there.
8. There we shall meet no more to part,
And heaven shall ring with praise:
While Jesus' love in every heart
Shall tune the song free grace.
9. Millions of years around me run,
Our song shall still go on ;
To praise the father and the son,
And spirit, three in one.
10. When we’ve been there a thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun.
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