Pilgrim, in that golden city,
                                        
                                        Seated in the jasper throne,
                                        
                                        Zion’s King, arrayed in beauty,
                                        
                                        Reigns in peace from zone to zone;
                                        
                                        There, on verdant hills and mountains,
                                        
                                        Where the golden sunbeams play,
                                        
                                        Purling streams, and crystal fountains,
                                        
                                        Sparkle in th’eternal day.