The city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. Revelation 21:23
O transporting scene!
O rapturous dream
Which unalloyed pleasures bestow,
Where Christ is the beam
That shines o’er the stream
That flows darkly the valley below.
Will you go to that land,
To that beautiful stand,
Where nevermore cometh the night,
And the Savior of men
Will reveal to us then
His treasures of grace and delight.
His love and His care
Lead upward to where
The flowers are always in bloom,
And winter’s chill air,
And summertime glare
Are dispelled in the sweetest perfume.
Where faith’s brilliant light
Adds strength to our sight,
In visions of rapture and love;
Where lives are made bright,
And souls in their flight
Wing their way to the mansions above.