Happy town of Sa­lem, set on Zi­on’s hill!
Happy hearts of pil­grims, could they see it still!
He that fol­lows Je­sus, He that dares the right,
Sees the lights of Sa­lem gleam across the night.

Happy town of Sa­lem, with the jas­per wall!
In its many man­sions there is room for all.
Come to Me, says Je­sus, I will give you rest,
And the town of Sa­lem ga­thers all the blest.

Happy town of Sa­lem, hap­py lit­tle feet
Of the child­ren play­ing in the gold­en street!
Let them come, says Je­sus, and for­bid them not;
But the proud in Sa­lem have no part or lot.

Happy town of Sa­lem, with its op­en gates!
Happy are the pil­grims whom a wel­come waits!
In the name of Je­sus, they an en­trance claim,
And the guards of Sa­lem an­swer, In His name.

Happy town of Sa­lem, vi­sion true of peace,
Seen above earth’s striv­ings, stead­fast when they cease!
Take thy cross, says Je­sus, and the nar­row way
Brings the feet to Sa­lem at the break of day.