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.