A Formosa Jerusalém

How glorious, Christian, it is to think
Of the city that has no equal
Where the walls are of pure jasper,
And the streets of gold and crystal.
Think how glorious it will be
To see the triumphant multitude,
Who singing, await the arrival
Of those who overcome tribulation.

Think how glorious it will be
To see the river of life and light,
Whose banks strewn with lilies,
Are the glory of our Jesus;
There will be perpetual dawn,
For God Himself will illuminate it;
And the Lamb, with His bride,
Will shine day and night.

Think of the celestial melody
That will fill the earth, from Beulah;
And the sweet harmony of harps
Will be heard when crossing the Jordan.
Even in pains that lead to death,
Be constant, do not turn back,
Your inheritance, your eternal fate,
Is Jesus, the Faithful, the True.

If it is glorious to think of the greatness,
Of the pleasures that come here,
What will it be to enjoy the riches
That await the saved, there?
The charms of the world cannot
Overshadow that glory beyond;
Do you not desire to live, oh friend,
In that beautiful Jerusalem?