Dying in Jerusalem

JERUSALEM! Jerusalem!

Thou city of the blest,

I come, beneath thy hallowed soil

To lay my bones to rest.

It is not mine to see thee rise

In glory from the dust;

But God, the God of Abraham,

Is kind as well as just.

And, happy but to die in thee,

I hail the sacred ground

Where rest from all their wanderings

The sons of Jacob found.

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!

Thy towers shall rise again

When comes the Lord’s anointed One

In majesty to reign.

My sun will shortly set, but thou

In glory shall appear;

Thy King, The God of all the earth;

Thy name, “The Lord is here.”

And Gentiles who have spurned thee long

Shall make the glory known;

While all conspire to honor thee,

My father’s land! my own!