Jerusalem the Golden

VERSE 1:
Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
The sight of it refreshes
the weary and oppressed.
I know not, O, I know not
What joys await me there,
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare.

VERSE 2:
They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song
And bright with many angels
And all the martyr throng.
The King is ever in them;
The daylight is serene;
The mansions of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.

VERSE 3:
There is the throne of David,
And there, from care released,
The shout of those who triumph,
The song of those who feast.
And they, who with their leader
Have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white.

VERSE 4:
Oh, sweet and blessed country,
The home of God’s elect!
Oh, sweet and blessed country
That eager hearts expect!
In mercy, Jesus, bring us
To that dear land of rest!
You are, with God the Father
And spirit, ever blessed.