Thro’ the new Je­ru­sa­lem,
Lined with fair­est flow­ers,
Flows a pure and crys­tal stream,
Wat’ring the hea­ven­ly bow­ers;
On its banks we hope to stand,
Close by the beau­ti­ful ri­ver.
Then to join the ran­somed band,
Singing and prais­ing for­ev­er.

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Close by the beau­ti­ful ri­ver,
Close by the beau­ti­ful ri­ver,
There to join the ran­somed band,
Singing and prais­ing for­ev­er.

There are saints in robes of white,
Who have gone be­fore us,
With the an­gels they unite,
Swelling the hea­ven­ly chor­us.
And with them we hope to stand,
Close by the beau­ti­ful ri­ver.
Then to join the ran­somed band,
Singing and prais­ing for­ev­er.

Refrain