Away with Our Sorrow and Fear

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;

The ci­ty so ho­ly and clean

No sor­row can breathe in the air;

No gloom of af­flict­ion or sin

No 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 hath stood

And bright­ly her build­er dis­plays

And flames with the glo­ry of God.

No need of the sun in that day

Which nev­er is fol­lowed by night

Where Je­sus’ beau­ties dis­play

A pure and a per­ma­nent light:

The Lamb is their light and their sun

And lo! by re­flect­ion they shine

With Je­sus in­ef­fa­bly one

And bright in ef­ful­gence di­vine!

The saints in His pre­sence re­ceive

Their great and eter­nal re­ward;

In Je­sus

in Heav­en they live

They reign in the smile of their Lord:

The flame of an­gel­ic­al love

Is kin­dled at Jes­us’ face;

And all the en­joy­ment ab­ove

Consists in the rap­tur­ous gaze.