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 there
For God Himself will illuminate
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 as they cross 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?