Jerusalem the golden

Jerusalem the golden,With milk and honey blest,Beneath thy contemplationSink heart and voice oppressed:I know not, O I know notWhat holy joys are there;What radiancy of glory,What bliss beyond compare.

They stand, those halls of Zion,All jubilant with song,And bright with many an angel,And all the martyr throng:The Prince is ever in them,The daylight is serene;The pastures of the blessedAre decked in glorious sheen.

There is the throne of David,And there, from care released,The song of them that triumph,The shout of them that feast;And they who, with their Leader,Have conquered in the fight,Forever and foreverAre clad in robes of white.

O sweet and blessed country,The home of God's elect!O sweet and blessed country,That eager hearts expect!Jesus, in mercy bring usTo that dear land of rest;Who art, with God the Father,And Spirit, ever blest.