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.
