| O Heavenly Jerusalem, Of everlasting halls, Thrice blessèd are the people Thou storest in thy walls. | | Thou art the golden mansion, Where saints for ever sing, The seat of God's own chosen, The palace of the King. | | 464 There God for ever sitteth, Himself of all the crown; The Lamb, the Light that shineth, And never goeth down. | | Naught to this seat approacheth Their sweet peace to molest; They sing their God for ever, Nor day nor night they rest. | | Sure hope doth thither lead us; Our longings thither tend; May shortlived toil ne'er daunt us For joys that cannot end. | | To Christ, the Sun that lightens His Church above, below; To Father, and to Spirit All things created bow. | |