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 with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold ?
3 Why should I shrink from pain and woe,
Or feel at death dismay ?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
4 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand ;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
5 Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee ;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.