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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.
 
2  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:
That city so holy and clean,
    No sorrow can breathe in the air;
No gloom of affliction, or sin,
    Nor shadow of evil is there.
 
3  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 has stood,
And brightly her Builder displays,
    And shines with the glory of God.
 
4  No need of the sun in that day,
    Which never is darkened by night,
For there Jesus’ people display
    A pure and a permanent light:
The Lamb is their light and their sun,
    And lo! by reflection they shine,
With Jesus unspeakably one,
    And bright in His radiance divine.
 
Charles Wesley, 1707-88