The Future Peace and Glory of the Church

HEAR what God, the Lord, hath spoken:

O my people, faint and few,

Comfortless, afflicted, broken,

Fair abodes I build for you.

Thorns of heart-felt tribulation

Shall no more perplex your ways:

You shall name your walls Salvation,

And your gates shall all be Praise.

There, like streams that feed the garden,

Pleasures without end shall flow;

For the Lord, your faith rewarding,

All his bounty shall bestow;

Still in undisturbed possession

Peace and righteousness shall reign;

Never shall you feel oppression,

Hear the voice of war again.

Ye no more your suns descending,

Waning moons no more shall see;

But your griefs, forever ending,

Find eternal noon in me.

God shall rise, and, shining o’er you,

Change to day the gloom of night;

He, the Lord, shall be your glory,

God your everlasting light.