Revelation 3:12

• [Rev 3:12] King Of The City Splendid

  King of the City Splendid, Eternal in the height, May all our country’s cities Grow holy in Thy sight; Cleansed from the deeds of darkness— Cities of light. Teach love to gladden children That know not childhood’s mirth, Wronged of their rights—no beauty In their scant reach of earth; To hope’s large sunshine give them A second birth. Give joy to all the joyless, Song’s voice to sorrows dumb, May light invade with blessing Each dark and deathly slum; Into earth’s realms of horror Thy Kingdom come! Soon may our country’s cities Thy robe of glory wear; Each place of toil a temple, Each house a home of prayer; Each city’s name of beauty— The Lord is there!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rev 3:12] O What Their Joy And Their Glory Must Be

  O what their joy and their glory must be, Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see; Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest; God shall be all, and in all ever blessed. What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne? What are the peace and the joy that they own? O that the blessed ones, who in it have share, All that they feel could as fully declare! Truly, “Jerusalem” name we that shore, City of peace that brings joy evermore; Wish and fulfillment are not severed there, Nor do things prayed for come short of the prayer. There, where no troubles distraction can bring, We the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing; While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise Thy blessèd people eternally raise. There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o’er, Those Sabbath keepers have one evermore; One and unending is that triumph song Which to the angels and us shall belong. Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high, We for that country must yearn and must sigh; Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, Through our long exile on Babylon’s strand. Low before Him with our praises we fall, Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom are all; Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the Son, Through Whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Revelation 22:2

• [Rev 22:2] Those Eternal Bowers

  Those eternal bowers, man hath never trod, Those unfading flowers round the throne of God: Who may hope to gain them after weary fight? Who at length attain them, clad in robes of white? He who wakes from slumber at the Spirit’s voice, Daring here to number things unseen his choice: He whose one oblation is a life of love, Knit in God’s salvation to the blest above. Shame upon you, legions of the heav’nly King, Citizens of regions past imagining! What! with pipe and tabor dream away the light, When He bids you labor, when He tells you, “Fight”? Jesus, Lord of glory, as we breast the tide, Whisper Thou the story of the other side; Where the saints are casting crowns before Thy feet, Safe for everlasting, in Thyself complete.

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  source: Cyberhymnal