| HIERUSALEM, my happy home, | |
| When shall I come to thee? | |
| When shall my sorrows have an end, | |
| Thy joys when shall I see? | |
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| O happy harbour of the Saints! | 5 |
| O sweet and pleasant soil! | |
| In thee no sorrow may be found, | |
| No grief, no care, no toil. | |
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| There lust and lucre cannot dwell, | |
| There envy bears no sway; | 10 |
| There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, | |
| But pleasure every way. | |
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| Thy walls are made of precious stones, | |
| Thy bulwarks diamonds square; | |
| Thy gates are of right orient pearl, | 15 |
| Exceeding rich and rare. | |
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| Thy turrets and thy pinnacles | |
| With carbuncles do shine; | |
| Thy very streets are paved with gold, | |
| Surpassing clear and fine. | 20 |
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| Ah, my sweet home, Hierusalem, | |
| Would God I were in thee! | |
| Would God my woes were at an end, | |
| Thy joys that I might see! | |
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| Thy gardens and thy gallant walks | 25 |
| Continually are green; | |
| There grows such sweet and pleasant flowers | |
| As nowhere else are seen. | |
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| Quite through the streets, with silver sound, | |
| The flood of Life doth flow; | 30 |
| Upon whose banks on every side | |
| The wood of Life doth grow. | |
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| There trees for evermore bear fruit, | |
| And evermore do spring; | |
| There evermore the angels sit, | 35 |
| And evermore do sing. | |
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| Our Lady sings Magnificat | |
| With tones surpassing sweet; | |
| And all the virgins bear their part, | |
| Sitting about her feet. | 40 |
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| Hierusalem, my happy home, | |
| Would God I were in thee! | |
| Would God my woes were at an end, | |
| Thy joys that I might see! | |
