Urbs Sion Aurea

JERUSALEM the golden,

With milk and honey blest,

Beneath thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice oppressed

I know not, O, I know not,

What social joys are there,

What radiancy of glory,

What light beyond compare!

They stand, those halls of Zion,

Conjubilant with song,

And bright with many an angel

And all the martyr throng.

And they who, with their Leader,

Have conquered in the fight,

Forever and forever

Are clad in robes of white.

Jerusalem the glorious,

The glory of the elect,

O dear and future vision

That eager hearts expect,

New mansion of new people,

Whom God’s own love and light

Promote, increase, make holy,

Identify, unite!