Jerusalem the golden, With milk and honey blest! Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, O I know not What joys await us there, What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare! 2. There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The songs 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! 3. Exult, O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be thy Part; His only, His forever, Thou shalt be and thou art! Jesus, in mercy bring us Soon to that land of rest; Who art, with God the Father And Spirit, ever blest! Bernard of Cluny, 12th cent.; J. M. Neale, tr., 1851. 557 7, 6, 8 l Brief life is here our portion; Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life, is there. O happy retribution! Short toil, eternal rest; For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the blest! 2. And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting And passionless renown; And now we watch and struggle, And now we live in hope, And Zion in her anguish With Babylon must cope. 3. But He whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known; And they that know and see Him Shall have Him for their own. And there is David’s fountain And life in fullest glow; And there the light is golden, And milk and honey flow. 4. The morning shall awaken, And shadows shall decay, And each true-hearted servant Shall shine as doth the day; Yes! God, my King and Portion, In fulness of His grace, We then shall see forever And worship face to face. 5. O sweet and blessed country, The home of God’s elect! O sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father And Spirit, ever blest. Bernard of Cluny, 12th cent.; J. M. Neale, tr., 1851. 558 C. M. Jerusalem, my happy home, Name ever dear to me, When shall my labors have an end In joy and peace and thee? 2. When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold; Thy bulwarks with salvation strong And streets of shining gold? 3. O when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where evermore the angels sing, Where sabbaths have no end? 4. There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know; Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you.