Our mourning is all at an end,
                                        
                                        When, raised by the life-giving word,
                                        
                                        We see the new city descend,
                                        
                                        Adorned as a bride for her Lord;
                                        
                                        The city so holy and clean,
                                        
                                        No sorrow can breathe in the air;
                                        
                                        No gloom of affliction or sin,
                                        
                                        No shadow of evil, is there.