The future Peace and Glory of the Church

Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, " O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you. Thorns of heartfelt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways; You shall name your walls, Salvation, And your gates shall all be Praise.

" There, like streams that feed the garden, Pleasures without end shall

" Ye no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see; But your griefs forever ending, Find eternal noon in me: God shall rise, and shining o'er ye, Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your glory, God your everlasting light."