1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes! The earth and sea are pass'd away, And the old rolling skies.
2 From the third heaven where God resides, That holy happy place, The New Jerusalem comes down Adorn'd with shining grace.
3 Attending angels shout for joy, And the bright armies sing, "Mortals, behold the sacred seat "Of your descending King.
4 "The God of glory down to men "Removes his blest abode, "Men the dear objects of his grace, "And he the loving God.
5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears "From every weeping eye, "And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, "And death itself shall die."
6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long, Shall this bright hour delay! Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day.