Jerusalem on high
my song and city is,
my home when I shall die,
the centre of my bliss:
O happy place!
When shall I be
with God, to see
him face to face?
2. There reigns my Lord, my king,
judged here unfit to live;
there angels to him sing,
and lowly homage give:
3. The patriarchs of old
there from their travels cease;
the prophets there behold
the longed-for Prince of peace:
4. Sweet place, sweet place alone,
the home of God most High;
the heaven of heavens, the throne
of holiest majesty: