111. Jerusalem the Golden

Jerusalem the Golden,

With milk and honey blest,

Beneath thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice opprest;

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 an Angel,

And all the Martyr throng;

The Prince is ever in them,

His light is always seen;

The pastures of the blessed

Are decked in glorious sheen.

There is the throne of David,

And bliss without alloy;

The shout of them that triumph,

The song of festal joy;

And they, who with their Leader

Have conquered in the fight,

For ever and for ever

Are 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!

Jesu, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;

Who art, with God the Father,

And Spirit, ever blest.