A city appears to our view

A city appears to our view,Where pilgrims will ever reside;If faithful they prove, and are true,Will dwell with the Lamb as his bride.From heaven this city descends,Above the ethereal blue;The saints will inhabit it, whenTo earth they have all bade adieu.

No sun shall illumine that land,Nor stars in its galaxy shine;But order and harmony grandWill be in each portion sublime.No darkness shall ever prevail,But light inexpressible reign;No demon our rights shall assail,To mar in that heavenly plain.

The walls of this city are high,Her light 's like a jasper most clear;When she falls from the azure blue sky,She will dwell with the holy who fear.Its streets are pellucid, fine gold;No temple, but God and the Lamb,Our eyes shall there ever behold,For they are the light of that land.