When the toils of life are over
And we lay our armor down, and we bid farewell
To earth with all its cares,
We shall meet and greet our loved ones,
And our Christ we then shall crown
In the new Jerusalem.

Refrain
There'll be singing, there'll be shouting
When the saints come marching home,
In Jerusalem, In Jerusalem;
Waving palms with loud hosannas
As the King shall take His throne,
In the new Jerusalem.

Tho' the way is sometimes lonely,
He will hold me with His hand,
Thro' the testings the trials I must go;
But I'll trust and gladly follow,
For sometime I'll understand,
In the new Jerusalem.

When the last goodbye is spoken
And the tear stains wiped away,
And our eyes shall catch
A glimpse of glory fair, then with bounding
Hearts we'll meet Him who hath washed
Our sins away, in the new Jerusalem.

When we join the ransomed army
In the summer-land above,
And the face of our dear Savior we behold,
We will sing and shout forever,
And we'll grow in perfect love,
In the new Jerusalem.