Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation,
Sink heart and voice oppressed
I know not, Oh I know not
What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare.

They stand, those halls of Sion
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many angels,
And all the martyrs throng;
The price is ever in then,
the daylight is serene
the pastures of the blessèd
Are deck'd in glorious sheen.

There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast:
And they who, with their leader,
Have conquer'd in the fight
For ever and for ever,
Are clad in robes of white.

O sweet and blessèd country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessèd country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy, bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who are, With God the Father,
And spirit, ever blest