934    C.M.     Bromehead’s Collection
The Heavenly Jerusalem. Rev. 21. 10-27

1 Jerusalem, 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 and salvation strong,
  And streets of shining gold?

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

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