Written By Samuel Crossman,
Jerusalem on high
my song and city is,
my home whene’er I die,
the centre of my bliss;
Refrain:
O happy place!
When shall I be,
my God, with thee,
to see thy face?
There dwells my Lord, my King,
judged here unfit to live
there angels to him sing,
and lowly homage give: Refrain
The patriarchs of old
there from their travels cease;
the prophets there behold
their longed-for Prince of Peace. Refrain
The Lamb’s apostles there
I might with joy behold,
the harpers I might hear
harping on harps of gold: Refrain
The bleeding martyrs, they
within those courts are found,
all clothed in pure array,
their scars with glory crowned: Refrain
Ah woe is me! that I
in Kedar’s tents here stay;
no place like that on high;
Lord, thither guide my way. Refrain
