A Formosa Jerusalém
Jair Pires
The Beautiful Jerusalem
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, awaits 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 night and day
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
And Jesus, the Faithful, the True
If it is glorious to think of the greatness
Of the pleasures that awaken here
What will it be to enjoy the riches
That await the saved, there?
The charms of the world cannot
Overshadow that glory beyond
Don't you desire to live, oh friend
In that beautiful Jerusalem?
