By A Collection of Hymns

      8s.
      1 AWAY with our sorrow and fear!
      We soon shall recover our home,
      The City of saints shall appear,
      The day of eternity come:
      From earth we shall quickly remove,
      And mount to our native abode,
      The house of our Father above,
      The palace of angels and God.

      2 Our mourning is all at an end,
      When, raised by the life-giving word,
      We see the new city descend,
      Adorned as a bride for her Lord;
      The city so holy and clean,
      No sorrow can breathe in the air;
      No gloom of affliction or sin,
      No shadow of evil is there.

      3 By faith we already behold
      That lovely Jerusalem here;
      Her walls are of jasper and gold,
      As crystal her buildings are clear;
      Immovably founded in grace,
      She stands as she ever hath stood,
      And brightly her builder displays,
      And flames with the glory of God.

      4 No need of the sun in that day,
      Which never is followed by night,
      Where Jesus's beauties display
      A pure and a permanent light:
      The Lamb is their light and their sun,
      And lo! by reflection they shine,
      With Jesus ineffably one,
      And bright in effulgence divine!

      5 The saints in his presence receive
      Their great and eternal reward;
      In Jesus, in heaven they live,
      They reign in the smile of their Lord:
      The flame of angelical love
      Is kindled at Jesus's face;
      And all the enjoyment above
      Consists in the rapturous gaze.