Jerusalem on High (EN 5248)

1

Jerusalem on high, my song that city is,

My home whene’er I die, the center of my bliss;

O happy place! When shall I be,

My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

2

There dwells my Lord, my King, judged here unfit to live;

There angels to Him sing and lowly homage give;

O happy place! When shall I be,

My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

3

The patriarchs of old there from their travels cease;

The prophets there behold their longed for Prince of peace;

O happy place! When shall I be,

My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

4

The Lamb’s Apostles there I might with joy behold,

The harpers I might hear harping on harps of gold;

O happy place! When shall I be,

My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

5

The bleeding martyrs, they within those courts are found,

Clothed in pure array, their scars with glory crowned;

O happy place! When shall I be,

My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

6

Ah me! ah me! that I in Kedar’s tent here stay;

No place like that on high; Lord thither guide my way;

O happy place! When shall I be,

My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?