1. There’s a city of God that is made without hands,
    For the saints from all nations to share,
    Where the streets are of gold in that radiant land,
    Oh! When shall I go o’er there.

                 CHORUS

    Jerusalem fair, I long to be there,
    The Lord is now waiting to welcome me there;
    There’s rest from my toil and life without care,
    I want to be there, sweet home.

2. The foundations are twelve, what a precious display,
    Glory of His bondservants declare,
    There the wall is of jasper, His martyrs portray,
    Oh! When shall I go o’er there.

3. There each gate of a pearl to the ancients compare,
    Gushing river of life flowing there,
    And all manner of fruits for His wisdom to share,
    Oh! When shall I go o’er there.

4. There the throne of the Lamb and the Father is found,
    From the height of Mount Zion they reign,
    From redemption’s firstfruits a new song doth resound,
    Oh! When shall I go o’er there.

5. And no curse shall be there, no more night to ensnare,
    For the glory of God lightens there;
    In the Lamb’s book of life those who enter are there,
    Oh! When shall I go o’er there.