Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed:
I know not, oh, I know not,
What 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 blessed
Are 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:
There they who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever
And clothed in robes of white.

There Jesus shall embrace us,
There Jesus be embraced:
The Spirit’s food and sunshine,
All other love displaced.
Yea, God our King and portion,
In fullness of His grace,
We then shall see forever,
And worship face to face!