neath thy con- tem- pla- tion Sink heart and voice op- prest; I know not, O I know not, What joys a - wait us there, What ra- dian What light be-yond com-pare. Jerusalem the golden, With milk and hon- ey 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? 2 No dampish mist is seen in thee, 3 Thy gardens and thy gallant walks There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen; Quite through the streets with silver sound Upon whose banks on every side 4 Thy saints are crowned with glory great, They see God face to face; They triumph still, they still rejoice; For there they live in such delight, 5 There Magdalene hath left her moan, Would God my woes were at an end Thy joys that I might see! Based on a Latin original, from a xvi C. MS signed "F. B. P." arr. |