Jerusalem, the Golden with milk and honey blest.
Beneath thy contemplation, sink heart and voice opprest;
I know not, O I know not, what abundant joys are there;
What radiancy of glory what light beyond compare.

They stand, those walls of Zion, all jubilant with song;
And bright wit many angel, and all the martyr throng;
The Prince is ever in them the daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessed are decked in glorious sheen.

There is a throne of David; and there from care released;
The song of them that triumph, the shout of them that feast;
And they who with their Leader have conquered in the fight;
Forever and forever are clad in robes of white.

O sweet and blessed country, shall I ever see thy face?
O sweet and blessed country, shall I ever win thy grace?
Exult O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be thy part;
His only His forever, thou shalt be and thou art.