Jerusalem, Our Happy Home Testo

Jerusalem our happy home
When Shall we Come to thee
When Shall our Sorrows have an end
Thy Joys when Shall we See
There is no rain nor sleet or snow
Nor filth may there be found
There is no Sorrow nor no care
all joys do there abound.
Through the vast streets with purity streams
The flood of life doth flow and on the banks of every side
The wood of life doth grow
For evermore those trees bear fruit
and evermore they Spring
and evermore the saints are glad
and evermore they sing.
Jerusalem our Happy Home
Then let us Come to thee
Our Sorrows then Shall have an end
Thy Joys then Shall we see.