AWAY with our sorrow and fear! We soon shall recover our home, The city of saints shall appear, The day of eternity come: From earth we shall quickly remove, And mount to our native abode, The house of our Father above, The palace of angels and God.
Our mourning is all at an end, When, raised by the life-giving word, We see the new city descend, Adorned as a bride for her Lord: That city so holy and clean, No sorrow can breathe in the air; No gloom of affliction, or sin, Nor shadow of evil is there.
By faith we already behold That lovely Jerusalem here; Her walls are of jasper and gold, As crystal her buildings are clear; Immovably founded in grace, She stands as she ever has stood, And brightly her Builder displays, And shines with the glory of God.
No need of the sun in that day, Which never is darkened by night, For there Jesus’ people display A pure and a permanent light: The Lamb is their light and their sun, And lo! by reflection they shine, With Jesus unspeakably one, And bright in His radiance divine.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88