1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!
The earth, and seas are pass'd away,
And the old rolling skies.

2 From the third heav'n, 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 ev'ry 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 glad hour delay?
Fly swifter round ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.