Where the sun rolls down its brilliant flood,
And beams on a world that is fair and good;
Where stars, once dimmed at nature’s doom,
Will ever shine o’er the new earth’s bloom.
O, that beautiful world! O, that beautiful world!
3 ’Mid the ransomed throng, ’mid the seas of bliss,
’Mid the holy city’s gorgeousness;
’Mid the verdant plains, ’mid angels’ cheer,
’Mid the saints that round the throne appear;
Where the conqueror’s song, as it sounds afar,