1. Jerusalem on high,
my song that city is,
My home whene’er I die,
the center of my bliss;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

2. There dwells my Lord, my king,
judged here unfit to live;
There angels to Him sing
and lowly homage give;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

3. The patriarchs of old
there from their travels cease;
The prophets there behold
their longed for Prince of Peace;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

4. The Lamb’s apostles there I might with joy behold,
The harpers I might hear harping on harps of gold;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

5. The bleeding martyrs, they
within those courts are found,
Clothèd in pure array,
their scars with glory crowned;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

6. Ah me! ah me! that I
in Kedar’s tent here stay;
No place like that on high;
Lord thither guide my way;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?