Jerusalem, my happy home,
Oh, how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end
Thy joys when shall I see?


Home, sweet home, my long-sought home,
My home in heav’n above.

Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glor’ous to behold!
Thy gates are richly set with pearls,
Thy streets are paved with gold.


My friends, I bid you all adieu,
I leave you in God’s care;
And if I here no more see you,
Go on, I’ll meet you there.


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