Jerusalem, My Happy Home

O mother dear, Jerusalem

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Melody - "St. Peter", Alexander R. Reinagle, 1836; Seq. by Richard Jordan
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Bottom: F.B.P., c. 1580, (eight verses from 1916 Hymnal) basis for both:
Left: from the 1941 Lutheran Hymnal
Right: Joseph Bromehead, 1796, from the 1916 Episcopal Hymnal

Jerusalem, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me,
When shall my labours have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2. When shall these eyes thy heav'n-built walls
And pearly gates behold,
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

3. Oh, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend
Where evermore the angels sing,
Where Sabbaths have no end?

4. Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

5. Jerusalem, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my labours have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

6. O Christ, do Thou my soul prepare
For that bright home of love
That I may see Thee and adore
With all Thy saints above.

Jersusalem, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me,
When shall my labours 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. There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.

4. Why should I shrink from pain and woe,
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

5. Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand:
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

6. Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

O mother dear, Jerusalem,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2. O happy harbour of God's saints
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow can be found,
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.

3. No murky cloud o'ershadows thee,
Nor gloom, nor darksome night;
But every soul shines as the sun;
For God himself gives light.

4. O my sweet home, Jerusalem,
Thy joys when shall I see?
The King that sitteth on thy throne
In his felicity?

5. Thy gardens and thy goodly walks
Continually are green,
Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.

6. Right through thy streets, with silver sound,
The living waters flow,
And on the banks, on either side
The trees of life do grow.

7. Those trees for evermore bear fruit,
And evermore do spring:
There evermore the angels are
And evermore do sing.

8. Jerusalem, my happy home,
Would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see!

FBP may be Francis Baker, Presbyter. At any rate, in the British Museum is a manuscript dating from the late 16th or early 17th Century, of 26 verses titled: "A Song Mad(e) by FBP, to the Tune of Diana.

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