Jerusalem, the glorious! The glory of the elect

Verse 1

Jerusalem, the glorious! The glory of th’elect! O dear and future vision That eager hearts expect; E’en now by faith I see thee: E’en here thy walls discern; To thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive, and pant, and yearn.

Verse 2

Oh, none can tell thy bulwarks, How gloriously they rise; Oh, none can tell thy capitals Of beautiful device; Thy loveliness oppresses All human thought and heart; And none, O Peace, O Zion, Can sing thee as thou art.

Verse 3

Jerusalem, exulting On that securest shore, I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, And love thee evermore! O sweet and blessed country, Shall I ever see thy face? O sweet and blessed country, Shall I ever win thy grace?

Verse 4

I have the hope within me To comfort and to bless! Shall I ever win the prize itself? O tell me, tell me, yes! Exult, O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be thy part; His only, His forever, Thou shalt be, and thou art!