Revelation 22:1-11

1 Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
he whose word cannot be broken
formed thee for his own abode;
on the Rock of Ages founded,
what can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
thou may'st smile at all thy foes.

2 See the streams of living waters,
springing from eternal love,
well supply thy sons and daughters,
and all fear of want remove;
who can faint while such a river
ever flows their thirst t'assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the giver,
never fails from age to age.

3 Savior, if of Zion's city
I, thro' grace, a member am,
let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in thy name;
fading is the worldling's pleasure,
all his boasted pomp and show;
solid joys and lasting treasure
none but Zion's children know.

J. Newton

Then I saw a new heaven and earth,
For the first had passed away;
And the Holy City, come down from God,
Like a bride on her wedding day:
And I know how He loves His own,
For I heard His great voice tell,
They would be His people, and He their God,
And among them He came to dwell.

He will wipe away every tear,
Even death shall die at last;
There’ll be no more crying, or grief, or pain,
They belong to the world that’s past:
And the One on the throne said, “Look!
I am making all things new”;
He is A and Z, He is first and last,
And His words are exact and true.

So the thirsty can drink their fill
At the fountain giving life;
But the gates are shut on all evil things,
On deceit and decay and strife:
With foundations and walls and towers,
Like a jewel the city shines;
With its street of gold and its gates of pearl,
In a glory where each combines.

As they measured its length and breadth
I could see no temple there,
For its only temple is God the Lord
And the Lamb in that city fair:
And it needs neither sun nor moon
In a place which knows no night,
For the city’s lamp is the Lamb Himself
And the glory of God its light.

And I saw by the sacred throne
Flowing water, crystal clear;
And the tree of life with its healing leaves
And its fruit growing all the year:
So the worshippers of the Lamb
Bear His name, and see His face;
And they reign and serve and for ever live
To the praise of His glorious grace.

Words: © Christopher Idle/Jubilate Hymns
Music: © Norman Warren/Jubilate Hymns

You are my anchor,
My light and my salvation.
You are my refuge,
My heart will not fear.
Though my foes surround me on every hand,
They will stumble and fall
While in grace I stand.
In my day of trouble,
You hide me and set me above
To sing this song of love:

One thing I will ask of You, this will I pray:
To dwell in Your house, O Lord, every day;
To gaze upon Your lovely face,
And rest in the Father’s embrace.

Teach me Your way, Lord,
Make straight the path before me.
Do not forsake me, my hope is in You.
As I walk through life, I am confident
I will see Your goodness with every step.
And my heart directs me to seek You
In all that I do,
So I will wait for You.

Stuart Townend Copyright © 2001 Thankyou Music

 When the Lord in glory comes,

not the trumpets, not the drums,

not the anthem, not the psalm,

not the thunder, not the calm,

not the shout the heavens raise,

not the chorus, not the praise,

not the silences sublime,

not the sounds of space and time,

but his voice when he appears

shall be music to my ears;

                but his voice when he appears

                shall be music to my ears.

When the Lord is seen again,

not the glories of his reign,

not the lightnings through the storm,

not the radiance of his form,

not his pomp and power alone,

not the splendours of his throne,

not his robe and diadems,

not the gold and not the gems,

but his face upon my sight

shall be darkness into light;

                but his face upon my sight

                shall be darkness into light.

When the Lord to human eyes

shall bestride our narrow skies,

not the child of humble birth,

not the carpenter of earth,

not the man by all denied,

not the victim crucified,

but the God who died to save,

but the victor of the grave,

he it is to whom I fall,

Jesus Christ, my all in all;

                he it is to whom I fall,

                Jesus Christ, my all in all.

 T. Dudley Smith

Words © 1967 Hope Publishing Company

1 When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.

Refrain:
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.

2 On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the glory of his resurrection share;
When his chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.

3 Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun;
Let us talk of all his wondrous love and care.
Then when all of life is over and our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there. 

J.M. Black