JERUSALEM MY HAPPY HOME
"I...saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of
heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband." Revelation 21:2
Words: Joseph Bromehead, 1796. The original manuscript in the British
Museum, dated around 1583, is inscribed, "A song made by F.B.P. to the
tune of DIANA." The author is thought to have been a Catholic priest who
based the hymn on the writings of St. Augustine.
Music: "Barre," Edward Clark, 1871.
Jerusalem, my happy home!
Name ever dear to me;
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?
When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.
Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around my Savior stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem, my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.