I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of Heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.@Revelation 21:2

Anonymous, in The Praise Book, edited by Howard B. Grose & George B. Graff (Boston, Massachusetts & Chicago, Illinois: United Society of Christian Endeavor, 1906), number 256, alt.

Montserrat John Hoag, Jr., 1896 (🔊 pdf nwc).

There is a holy city,
A happy world above,
Beyond the starry regions,
Built by the God of love;
An everlasting temple—
And saints, arrayed in white,
There serve their great Redeemer,
And dwell with Him in light.

The meanest child of glory
Outshines the radiant sun;
But who can speak the splendor
Of that eternal throne
Where Jesus sits exalted,
In brightest majesty?
The elders fall before Him,
The angels bend the knee.

And what shall be my journey,
How long my stay below,
Or what shall be my trials,
Are not for me to know;
In every day of trouble,
I’ll raise my thoughts on high;
I’ll think of saints all shining,
And crowns above the sky.