New Jerusalem
Lo, what a glorious sight appears,
Lo, what a glorious sight appears,To our believing eyes;The earth and seas are passed away,And the old rolling skies!
O that will be joyful,When we meet to part no more,On Canaan's happy shore.''Tis there we'll meet at Jesus' feet,When we meet to part no more.
From the third heaven, where God resides,That holy, happy place,The new Jerusalem comes down,Adorned with shining grace.
Attending angels shout for joy,And the bright armies sing,"Mortals, behold the sacred seatOf your desending King!
"The God of glory down to menRemoves his blest abode;Men are the objects of his love;And he their gracious God.
"His own soft hand shall wipe the tearsFrom every weeping eye;And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,And death itself shall die."
How bright the vision! O, how longShall this glad hour delay!Fly swiftly round, ye wheels of time,And bring the welcome day.