BEHOLD I MAKE ALL THINGS NEW.
In bright and glorious Eden,
The kingdom of the Son,
Behold what new-made valleys,
And new-made rivers run!
What wondrous land is this,
What glories bursting forth,
Who formed and framed this cloudless sky,
This renovated earth? It is the promised kingdom;
The night of sin is past;
The souls beneath the altar
Have been avenged at last.
Here flowers of faultless beauty
Bloom on the sinless shore,
The fresh green fields and pastures
Are green forevermore. The curse is all removed,
And clad in shining grace,
The second Adam has restored
The ruins of the place;
And here the sons of sorrow,
The trembling and afraid,
Have found these verdant valleys,
And bowers of cooling shade. The trembling beast and bird
Shall be pursued no more;
The leopard and the lamb shall feed,
When the hunter's chase is o'er;
For here the nations of the saved
Shall walk in endless day;
No night is here, no cloudy sky,
No ravening beast of prey. This Abram saw with eye of faith,
This Moses too beheld,
And all the ancient worthies knew
This promised kingdom well.
They knew, and loved, and trusted God,
And sought a rest to come,
The recompense of their reward,
An everlasting home! What matter though we're counted poor,
If children of the Lord,
The broad dominions of the earth
Shall be our free reward!
The smiling fields and crystal floods,
These meadows fresh and green,
Shall be our bright inheritance,
If we the Lord's have been.