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
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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!
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