Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912
Jerusalem the Golden

                                              Alexander Ewing

Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blest;
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed.
I know not, oh, I know not,
What joys await me there;
What radiancy of flory,
What light beyond compare.

They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng:
The Price is ever in them,
The daylight is serene,
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glourious sheen.

There is the throne of David,
And there, from care released,
The song of them that triumph,
The shout of them that feast;
And they, who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white.


© 1999, 2003, Lynn Waterman