Lo, what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes:
The earth and sea are pass’d away,
And the old rolling skies!

From the third heav’n where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.

Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,
“Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King.”

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