GRH 536 Jerusalem My Home

(1)
Jerusalem my home, The Holy City fair,
In beauty rare none can compare, I hope to live up there.
There’ll be no sorrow there. There’ll be no sorrow there.
In heav’n so bright where all is light, Eternal joy is there.

(2)
In heav’n how great the joy! No shame shall we know there.
Beauty serene, so pure and clean, Forever no more care.
There’ll be no sorrow there. There’ll be no sorrow there.
All pure and clean, no evil seen, All joy, no sorrow there.

(3)
O happy, lovely land! Where saints no hatred bear;
In heav’n above, In Christ one love; No sorrow can be there.
There’ll be no sorrow there. There’ll be no sorrow there.
True love is found, And joys abound, With ne’er a sorrow there.

(4)
The white robed host in heav’n, Play golden harps and sing.
My heart now longs to join those throngs ‘No sorrow there’ to sing.
There’ll be no sorrow there. There’ll be no sorrow there.
My deep desire, one with that choir, ‘No sorrow there’ to sing.

(5)
The Lord His people loves. Our all with Him we share.
With waters clear wipes ev’ry tear; Sweet peace, no more depair.
There’ll be no sorrow there. There’ll be no sorrow there.
Dispels all fears and dries all tears; Peace, peace, no sorrow there.