This past Sunday, we introduced “Jerusalem, My Happy Home”. Meditate on these lyrics and yearn for the restoration of all things:

Jerusalem, my happy home
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

The saints are crowned with glory great;
They see God face to face;
In endless joy they do partake,
Most happy is their case.

Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?
I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

Oh when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend;
When congregations ne’er break up
And Sabbaths have no end?

O happy harbor of the saints!
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow may be found,
No grief, no care, no toil.

O Christ, My Lord– my soul prepare
For that bright home of love;
That I may see You and adore,
With all Your saints above.