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Pleasures sincere and joy eternal reigns. | Pleasures sincere and joy eternal reigns. | ||
This is the city of the Almighty King. | This is the city of the Almighty King. | ||
Of bliss immense the | Of bliss immense the unexhausted spring. | ||
Suspeassing nature join'd to perfect art, | Suspeassing nature join'd to perfect art, | ||
And endless rapture gladdens all the heart. | And endless rapture gladdens all the heart. | ||
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And all around unnumbered jewels burn. | And all around unnumbered jewels burn. | ||
On their talk tops imperial diamonds blaze, | On their talk tops imperial diamonds blaze, | ||
Beneath the | Beneath the topaz shoots its yellow rays. | ||
O | O beateous glory! O divinely bright! | ||
It beams too fiercely for the mortal sight. | It beams too fiercely for the mortal sight. | ||
These shine no temples rous'd aloft in air, | These shine no temples rous'd aloft in air, | ||
GOD and LAMB are all tho Temple there. | GOD and LAMB are all tho Temple there. | ||
No rising sun these sheds the rosy light. | No rising sun these sheds the rosy light. | ||
Latest revision as of 02:49, 14 September 2020
The realms of light and only those can show The peace we seek and such in vain below. There fright no terrors, these afflicted no pains Pleasures sincere and joy eternal reigns. This is the city of the Almighty King. Of bliss immense the unexhausted spring. Suspeassing nature join'd to perfect art, And endless rapture gladdens all the heart. Ten thousand glories o'er the pavement ploy, and every stone reflects the gilded day. Twelve beamy gates in varied luster turn, And all around unnumbered jewels burn. On their talk tops imperial diamonds blaze, Beneath the topaz shoots its yellow rays. O beateous glory! O divinely bright! It beams too fiercely for the mortal sight. These shine no temples rous'd aloft in air, GOD and LAMB are all tho Temple there. No rising sun these sheds the rosy light.