Jerusalem the Golden
Urbs Sion aurea

Bernard of Cluny
J. Grabowski
Translated by J. M. Neale
Arr. by N. A. M.

Con Moto

1.
Jerusalem the Golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest;
I know not -- Oh, I know not
What joys await us there;
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare.

2.
They stand, those Halls of Sion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an Angel,
And all the Martyr throng;
The Prince is ever in them,
His light is always seen;
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.

3.
There is the throne of David,
And bliss without alloy;
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of festal joy;
And they, who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white.

4.
O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country
That eager hearts expect!
Jesu, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.

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