God's Beautiful City

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Oct 21, 1875

God's Beautiful City.

FAR, far away, amid realms of light, Hid deep in the azure beyond our sight, Stands a beautiful city, so high and so bright, Where is known no sorrow, nor death, nor night. Beautiful city! O blest abode! O home of God! Whose streets by the feet of the sinless are trod.

They roam through the gardens of endless spring, They crowd all thy portals on rushing wing; While the echoing domes of the palace ring With the hymns of the angels that shout and sing. Beautiful city!

Hark! hark, again! the angelic strain, As gleams through the crystal that burnished train. There the life-fires brighten, and burn, and roll Over diamonds that sparkle, o'er sands of gold, Where to breathe the sweet air yields a bliss untold, And the dwellers immortal shall never grow old. Beautiful city!

We pierce the skies with longing eyes, And yearn to inherit the golden prize. It is said that the King, in his power sublime, When the last sands drop from the glass of time, And our world shall be robbed in her Eden prime, Will bring down that city to gladden earth's clime. Beautiful city!

Bright capitol where saints will dwell, And reign on the throne with Immanuel. As jewels flash on the brow of a queen, As the jasper and ruby in crowns are seen, God's city, wrapped in silver sheen, Will be set like a gem in the new earth's green. Beautiful city!

City of flowers and beautiful bowers! Come down and illumine this dark world of ours.