|Location in The Sacred Harp|
Jerusalem, my happy home,
O how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
Thy walls are made of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are pavíd with gold.
Thy garden and thy pleasant green
My study long have been;
Such sparkling light by human fight,
Has never yet been seen.
If Heavín be thus far glorious, Lord,
Why should I stay from thence?
What follyís this that I shouíd dread?
To die and go from hence!
Reach down, reach down, thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend,
Where congregations near break up,
And Sabbaths never end.
Jesus my love to gloryís gone,
Him will I go and see;
And all my brethren here below,
Will soon come after me.
My friends, I bid you all adieu,
I leave you in Godís care,
And if I never more see you,
Go on Iíll meet you there.
There we shall meet and no more part,
And Heavín shall ring with praise,
While Jesusí love in evíry heart
Shall tune the song free grace.
Millions of years around my run,
Our song shall still go on,
To praise the Father and the Son,
And Spirit, three in One.
When weíve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
Weíve no less days to sing Godís praise
Than when we first begun.
Ninety-Fifth Psalm 36b, Stanza 3