How mighty are the Sabbaths, how mighty and how deep, 
That the high courts of heaven to everlasting keep.
What peace unto the weary, what pride unto the strong, 
When God in Whom are all things shall be all things to men. 

Jerusalem is the city of everlasting peace, 
A peace that is surpassing and utter blessedness; 
Where finds the dreamer waking Truth beyond dreaming far, 
Nor [there]1 the heart's possessing less than the heart's desire. 

But of the courts of heaven and Him who is the King, 
The rest and the refreshing, the joy that is therein, 
Let those that know it answer who in that bliss have part, 
If any word can utter the fullness of the heart. 

But ours, with minds uplifted unto the heights of God, 
With our whole heart's desiring, to take the homeward road, 
And the long exile over, captive in Babylon, 
Again unto Jerusalem, to win at last return. 

There, all vexation ended, and from all grieving free, 
We sing the song of Zion in deep security. 
And everlasting praises for all Thy gifts of grace 
Rise from Thy happy people, Lord of our blessedness. 

There Sabbath unto Sabbath succeeds eternally, 
The joy that has no ending of souls in holiday. 
And never shall the rapture beyond all mortal ken 
Depart the eternal chorus that angels sing with men. 

Now to the King Eternal be praise eternally, 
From whom are all things, by whom and in whom all things be. 
From Whom, as from the Father, by Whom, as [by]2 the Son, 
In Whom, as in the Spirit, [God the Lord, Three in One]3.