HYMN 10. 8s

1 A city appears to our view,
Where pilgrims will ever reside;
If faithful they prove and are true,
Will dwell with the Lamb as his bride.
From heaven this city descends,
Above the ethereal blue;
The saints will inhabit it when
To earth they have all bade adieuMIM 17.1

2 No sun shall illumine that land,
Nor stars in its galaxy shine;
But order and harmony grand
Will be in each portion sublime.
No darkness shall ever prevail,
But light inexpressible reign;
No demon our rights shall assail,
To mar in that heavenly plain.MIM 17.2

3 The walls of this city are high,
Her light’s like a jasper most clear; When she falls from the azure blue sky,
She will dwell with the holy who fear.
Its streets are pellucid, fine gold;
No temple, but God and the Lamb,
Our eyes shall there ever behold,
For they are the light of that land.MIM 17.3