Lo! what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes! The earth and sea are passed away And the old rolling skies And the old rolling skies
From the third heav'n where God resides That holy, happy place The New Jerusalem comes down Adorned with shining grace Adorned with sining grace
The God of glory down to men Removes His blest abode Men, the dear objects of His grace And He, the loving God And He, the loving God
| |
His own soft hand shall wipe the tear From ev'ry weeping eye And pains and groans, and griefs and tears And death itself shall die And death itself shall die
How long, dear Savior, O how long Shall this bright hour delay? Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time And bring the welcome day And bring the welcome day!
|