Text: 1 Jerusalem, thou city fair and high, Would God I were in thee! My longing heart fain, fain, to thee would fly, It will not stay with me. Far over vale and mountain, Far over field and plain, It hastes to seek its Fountain And leave this world of pain. 2 O happy day and yet far happier hour, When wilt thou come at last, When fearless to my Father's love and pow'r, Whose promise standeth fast, My soul I gladly render? For surely will His hand Lead her with guidance tender To heav'n, her fatherland. 3 A moment's space, and gently, wondrously, Released from earthly ties, Elijah's chariot bears her up to thee, Thro' all these lower skies To yonder shining regions, While down to meet her come The blessed angel legions And bid her welcome home. 4 O Zion, hail! Bright city, now unfold The gates of grace to me. How many a time I longed for thee of old Ere yet I was set free From yon dark life of sadness, Yon world of shadowy naught, And God had given the gladness, The heritage, I sought! 5 What glorious throng and what resplendent host Comes sweeping swiftly down? The chosen ones on earth who wrought the most, The Church's brightest crown, Our Lord hath set to meet me, As in the far-off years Their words oft came to greet me In yonder land of tears. 6 The partiarchs' and prophets' noble train, With all Christ's followers true, Who bore the cross and could the worst disdain That tyrants dared to do, I see them shine forever, All-glorious as the sun, Mid light that fadeth never, Their perfect freedom won. 7 And when within that lovely Paradise At last I safely dwell, What songs of bliss shall from my lips arise, What joy my tongue shall tell, While all the saints are singing Hosannas o'er and o'er, Pure hallelujahs ringing Around me evermore! 8 Unnumbered choirs before the shining throne Their joyful anthems raise Till heaven's glad halls are echoing with the tone Of that great hymn of praise And all its host rejoices, And all its blessed throng Unite their myriad voices In one eternal song.