Jerusalem on high My song and city is

Verse 1

Jerusalem on high My song and city is; My home whene'er I die, The center of my bliss.

Chorus

Oh, happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee To see your face?

Verse 2

No sun by day shines there, Nor moon by silent night; Oh! no, these needless are; The Lamb the city's light.

Verse 3

There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live. There angels to him sing And lowly homage give.

Verse 4

The bleeding martyrs they Within those courts are found, Clothed now in pure array, Their seats with glory crowned.