O World Of Pure Glory
O world of pure glory! I long to behold thee,
Where sin, death and sorrow, can enter no more,
Where all are immortal, ‘neath heaven’s bright portal,
And voices of melody cease nevermore.
O glorious choir whom God shall inspire!
While anthems of glory gush forth from each soul,
Till valleys and hills, and streamlets and rills,
Re-echo the joy and the praise as it rolls.
O glory eternal! in groves ever vernal,
The warblers of paradise chant in thy trees;
While angels are singing, and melody ringing
Is wafted in concert afar on the breeze. [Chorus]
O city transcendent, with glory resplendent,
Thy gates and thy walls are all sparkling with gems,
And holy of ages are shouting God’s praises
While waving their palms and their bright diadems. [Chorus]
O time, hasten swiftly! Lord Jesus, come quickly,
Come ransom thy jewels from death’s dark domain;
Translate them to glory, immortal before thee,
Come, King, in thy beauty eternally reign. [Chorus]