123.

JERUSALEM, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me,

When shall our labours have an end
In joy, and peace, and Thee?

When shall our eyes thy heaven-built walls
And gates of pearl behold,

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold?

Thine is that glorious world of light,

Above the starry sky,

Where saints and angels evermore
Adore the LORD Most High.

There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow see;

Blest home! through rude and stormy seas,
I onward press to thee.

Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around their SAVIOUR Stand;
And all we love in CHRIST below
Shall join that glorious band.

Jerusalem, our happy home,

Our souls still long for thee; Then shall our labours have an end, When we thy joys shall see.

124.

THOU heavenly new Jerusalem,
Vision of peace in prophet's dream!
With living stones built up on high
And rising to yon starry sky!
In bridal pomp thy form is crowned
With thousand thousand angels round.

O bride, betrothed in happy hour,
Thy Father's glory is thy dower,
Thy Bridegroom's grace is shed on thee,
Thou Queen all fair eternally!
TO CHRIST allied, thy Prince adored,
Bright shining city of the LORD.

Glittering with pearls thy portals stand,
Thy peaceful gates to all expand!
By grace and strength divinely shed
Thither each mortal may be led,

Who, kindled by CHRIST's love, will dare
All earthly sufferings now to bear.

125.

JERUSALEM, thou city

Of everlasting halls,

Thrice blessed are the people Who dwell within thy walls! Thou art the golden mansion Where saints for ever sing; The seat of GOD's own chosen, The palace of the King.

They stand, those halls of Zion,
Re-echoing with song,
And bright with many an angel,

And many a martyr throng ;

The Prince is ever in them,

The light is aye serene; The pastures of the blessed

Are decked in glorious sheen.

There is the throne of David, And there, from toil releas'd The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast; And they, beneath their Leader, Who conquer'd in the fight, For ever and for ever

Are clad in robes of white.

Jerusalem the glorious!
The promise of the elect;
O dear and future union,

Which longing hearts expect!
O land that seest no sorrow,
O state that fear'st no strife,
O Paradise eternal,

O realm and home of life!

126.

BLESSED city, heavenly Salem,
Vision dear of peace and love,
Who, of living stones upbuilded,
Art the joy of Heaven above,
And, with angel cohorts circled,
As a bride to earth dost move,

From celestial realms descending,
Ready for the nuptial bed,

To His presence decked with jewels,
By her LORD shall she be led;
All her streets and all her bulwarks
Of pure gold are fashioned.

Bright with pearls her portal glitters;

It is open evermore;

And by virtue of His merits

Thither faithful souls may soar,

Who for CHRIST's dear Name in this world Pain and tribulation bore.