A city radiant as a bride
and bright with gold and gem,
a crystal river clear and wide,
the new Jerusalem;
a city wrought of wealth untold,
her jeweled walls aflame
with green and amethyst and gold
and colors none can name.
A holy city, clear as glass,
where saints in glory dwell.
Through gates of pearl her people pass
to fields of asphodel.
In robes of splendor, pure and white,
they walk the golden flood,
where God himself shall be their light
and night shall be no more.
A city ever new and fair,
the Lamb’s eternal bride;
no suffering or grief is there
and every tear is dried.
There Christ prepares for us a place,
from sin and death restored,
and we shall stand before his face,
the ransomed of the Lord.