Jerusalem (Houghton)

Jerusalem! Je­ru­sa­lem!

It is not to be­hold

The glo­ry of thy jas­per walls

Thy streets of pur­est gold;

To see the twelve Apos­tles’ names

Upon thy bul­wark traced;

Thy gates—each one a sol­id pearl

By each an an­gel placed;

Jerusalem

Je­ru­sa­lem

Name ever dear to me

O may at last my name be found

With Christ

my Lord

in Thee.

The stream of life from ’neath the throne

Nor yet that throne to see—

That I would pray

O may my home

Be found at last in thee !

No earth­ly eye I know hath seen

The glo­ries that are thine;

Nor ear hath heard such strains as rise

From ’mid the host di­vine.

But more than all thy streets can boast

My ea­ger eyes would see

Jesus

the pre­cious Lamb of God

Who died to ra­nsom me!

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!

Name ever dear to me

O may at last my name be found

With Christ

my Lord

in Thee.