#17New Jerusalem

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LO, what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes; The earth and seas are pass'd away, And the old rolling skies.
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From the third heav'n where God resides, That holy, happy place; The New Jerusalem comes down, Adorn'd with shining grace.
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Attending angels shout for joy, And the bright armies sing, "Mortals behold the sacred seat Of your descending King!"
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The God of Glory down to men Removes his blest abode; Men are the objects of his love, And he their gracious God.
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"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."
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How bright the vision! O, how long Shall this glad hour delay? Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day!

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