Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

711 (C.M.) Augustine of Hippo

Jerusalem, my happy home,

O how I long for thee!

When will my sorrows have an end?

Thy joys when shall I see?

Refrain:

Home, sweet home, my long-sought home,

My home in heav'n above.

Thy walls are all of precious stone,

Most glorious to behold;

Thy gates are richly set with pearl,

Thy streets are paved with gold.

Thy garden and thy pleasant green,

My study long have been;

Such sparkling light by human sight,

Has never yet been seen.

If heav'n be then so glorious, Lord,

Why should I stay from thence?

What folly 'tis that I should dread

To die and go from hence!

Reach down, reach down Thine arm of grace,

And cause me to ascend

Where congregations ne'er break up,

And Sabbaths never end.

There we shall meet no more to part,

And heav'n shall ring with praise,

While Jesus' love in ev'ry heart

Shall tune the song, "Free Grace!"

Millions of years around may run,

The song shall still go on,

To praise the Father, and the Son,

And Spirit, three in one.