Words: , The Young Man’s Med­i­ta­tion, 1664.

Music: Christ Church, , 1865.


Jerusalem on high, my song that city is,
My home whene’er I die, the center of my bliss;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

There dwells my Lord, my King, judged here unfit to live;
There angels to Him sing and lowly homage give;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

The patriarchs of old there from their travels cease;
The prophets there behold their longed for Prince of peace;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

The Lamb’s Apostles there I might with joy behold,
The harpers I might hear harping on harps of gold;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

The bleeding martyrs, they within those courts are found,
Clothèd in pure array, their scars with glory crowned;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?

Ah me! ah me! that I in Kedar’s tent here stay;
No place like that on high; Lord thither guide my way;
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with Thee, to see Thy face?