|Location in The Sacred Harp|
Lo, what a glorious Sight appears
To our believing Eyes!
The Earth and Seas are pass’d away,
And the old rolling Skies:
From the third Heav’n, where GOD relies,
That holy, happy Place,
The New Jerusalem comes down,
Adorn’d with shining Grace.
Poyner 41, Stanza 3
Attending Angels shout for Joy,
And the bright Armies sing;
“Mortals, behold the sacred Seat
“Of your descending King!
Poyner 41, Stanza 4
“The GOD of Glory down to Men
“Removes his blest Abode,
“Men, the dear Objects of his Grace,
“And He the loving GOD.
“His own soft Hand shall wipe the Tears
“From ev’ry weeping Eye;
“And Pains and Groans, and Griefs and Fears,
“And Death itself shall die.”
Poyner 41, Stanza 2
How long, dear Saviour, O how long!
Shall this bright Hour delay?
Fly swiftly round, ye Wheels of Time,
And bring the Welcome Day.
Poyner 41, Stanza 1