耶路撒冷，我幸福的家，我何时才能回到你身边?我的悲伤何时才能结束，你的欢乐何时才能看到?啊，圣徒的幸福港湾!啊，甜美宜人的土壤!在你身上找不到忧愁，没有悲伤，没有忧虑，没有辛劳。在那里，贪欲和财富不能居住，嫉妒不能左右;没有饥饿，没有炎热，也没有寒冷，到处都是快乐。你的墙是用宝石砌成的，你的舷墙是方钻的;你的门是东方的珍珠，极其丰富和稀有。你的塔楼和尖塔闪耀着红宝石; Thy very streets are paved with gold, Surpassing clear and fine. Ah, my sweet home, Hierusalem, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green; There grows such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. Quite through the streets, with silver sound, The flood of Life doth flow; Upon whose banks on every side The wood of Life doth grow. There trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring; There evermore the angels sit, And evermore do sing. Our Lady sings Magnificat With tones surpassing sweet; And all the virgins bear their part, Sitting about her feet. Hierusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see!