I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of Heaven. Revelation 21:2
Jerusalem, thou city bright
From Heav’n to earth descending,
How wondrously their holy light
Thy precious stones are blending.
O city fair, O city blest,
All joy to mortals bringing,
Who would not raise his voice in praise
And thy dear name be singing!
O gates of pearl,
O streets of gold,
O river ever flowing
Where leads the Shepherd to the fold
The flock their Savior knowing.
Shine, holy light, within our hearts
All evil shade dispelling,
That we ne’er from Thy way depart,
Which leads to that blest dwelling.