1 Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee! When will my sorrows have an end, The joys when shall I see? 2 The walls are all of precious stone, Most glorious to behold; Thy gates are richly set with pearl, Thy streets are paved with gold. 3 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks My study long have been; Such dazzling views by human sight Have never yet been seen. 4 Lord, help us by Thy mighty grace, To keep in view the prize, Till Thou dost come to take us home To that blessed paradise.