The New Jerusalem - Second Part

1Patient th' appointed race to run,
This weary world we cast behind;
From strength to strength we travel on,
The New Jerusalem to find;
Our labor this, our only aim,
To find the New Jerusalem.

2Through thee, who all our sins hast
borne,
Freely and graciously forgiven,
With songs to Zion we return,
Contending for our native heaven,
That palace of our glorious King;
We find it nearer while we sing.

3Raised by the breath of love divine,
We urge our way with strength
renewed,
The church of the first-born to join;
We travel to the mount of God;
With joy upon our heads arise,
And meet our Savior in the skies.

4I love to behold him arrayed
With glory and light from above;
The King in his beauty displayed,
His beauty of holiest love: