Novo Céu, Nova Terra
Eliã Oliveira
New Heaven, New Earth
A new heaven, a new earth, a day will come
The New Jerusalem, Jehovah's city
Adorned with glory, in it will dwell
A people, pilgrims
In a strange land they are
The city square is so beautiful
That no one can compare
The walls of pure jasper, the victor will inherit
There will be no death there
Nor weeping, nor pain
And the tears of the redeemed eyes
The king will wipe away
There are twelve gates of the city
Twelve pearls, twelve chief angels
Who are the twelve tribes of Israel
The sentinels of the celestial thresholds
Who are the twelve tribes of Israel
The sentinels of the celestial thresholds
