Light’s abode, ce­les­ti­al Sa­lem,
Vision dear, whence peace hath sprung,
Brighter than the heart can fan­cy,
Mansion of the high­est King;
O how glo­ri­ous are the prais­es
Which of thee the pro­phets sing!

Thou with beau­te­ous stones and pol­ished
Wondrously art reared on high;
Thou with pre­cious gems and crys­tal
Decorated glo­ri­ous­ly;
And with pearls thy por­tals glit­ter,
And with gold thy streets may vie.

There for ev­er and for ev­er
Alleluia is out­poured:
For un­end­ing, for un­brok­en
Is the feast day of the Lord;
All is pure, and all is ho­ly
That with­in thy walls is stored.

There no cloud nor pass­ing va­por
Dims the bright­ness of the air;
Endless noon­day, glo­ri­ous noon­day,
From the Sun of suns is there;
There no night brings rest from la­bor,
For un­known are toil and care.

O how glo­ri­ous and re­splen­dent,
Fragile bo­dy, shalt thou be,
When en­dued with so much beau­ty,
Full of health, and strong, and free,
Full of vi­gor, full of plea­sure
That shall last eter­nal­ly!

Now with glad­ness, now with cour­age,
Bear the bur­den on thee laid,
That here­af­ter these thy la­bors
May with end­less gifts be paid,
And in ev­er­last­ing glo­ry
Thou with bright­ness be ar­rayed.

Laud and hon­or to the Fa­ther,
Laud and hon­or to the Son,
Laud and hon­or to the Spi­rit,
Ever Three, and ev­er One,
Consubstantial, Co-eter­nal,
While un­end­ing ag­es run.