Lo, what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes: The earth and seas are pass'd away, And the old rolling skies. From the third heav'n where God resides, That holy, happy place, The new Jerusalem comes down, Adorn'd with shining grace. Attending angels shout for joy, And the bright armies sing, 'Mortals, behold the sacred seat Of your descending King.' The God of glory down to men Removes his blest abode; Men the dear objects of his grace, And he the loving God.