Jerusalem Is Built of Gold

Jerusalem is built of gold

Of crys­tal

pearl and gem;

O fair thy lus­ters ma­ni­fold

Thou fair Je­ru­sa­lem!

Thy ci­ti­zens who walk in white

Have naught to do with day or night

And drink the riv­er of de­light.

Jerusalem makes me­lo­dy

For sim­ple joy of heart;

An or­gan full of com­pass she

One-tuned through ev­ery part:

While not to day or night be­long

Her ma­tins and her ev­en­song

The one thanks­giv­ing of her throng.

Jerusalem a gar­den is

A gar­den of de­light;

Leaf

flow­er

and fruit

make fair her trees

Which see not day or night.

Beside her riv­er clear and calm

The tree of life grows with the palm

For tri­umph and for food and balm.

Jerusalem

where song nor gem

Nor fruit nor wa­ters cease

God bring us to Je­ru­sa­lem

God bring us home in peace:

The strong who stand

the weak who fall

The first and last

the great and small

Home one by one

home one and all.