First Line: Jerusalem the golden !,

Jerusalem the golden !
With milk and honey blest ;
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest.
I know not, oh, I know not
What holy joys are there ;
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare.

2 They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel $
And all the martyr-throng.
There is the throne of David ;
And there, from toil released,
The shout of them that triumph,,
The song of them that feast.

3 And they who, with their Leader,,
Have conquered in the fight,,
For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white.
O land that see'st no sorrow !
O state that fear'st no strife !
O royal land of flowers !
O realm and home of life !

4 O sweet and bless6d country I
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 !