1 O what their joy and their glory must be,
those endless sabbaths the blessèd ones see;
crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest;
God shall be all, and in all ever blest.

*2 What are the Monarch, his court, and his throne?
What are the peace and the joy that they own?
O that the blest ones, who in it have share,
all that they feel could as fully declare.

3 Truly Jerusalem name we that shore,
vision of peace, that brings joy evermore.
Wish and fulfillment can severed be ne'er,
nor the things prayed for come short of the prayer.

4 There, where no troubles distraction can bring,
we the sweet anthems of Sion shall sing,
while for thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise
thy blessèd people eternally raise.

*5 There dawns no sabbath, no sabbath is o’er,
those sabbath-keepers have one evermore;
one and unending is that triumph-song
which to the angels and us shall belong.

6 Now in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high,
we for that country must yearn and must sigh;
seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,
through our long exile on Babylon’s strand.

7 Low before him with our praises we fall,
of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all:
of whom, the Father; and in whom, the Son;
through whom, the Spirit, with them ever One.