River, Foretold

It’s a river we search for
Yes a stream lined with trees
For the healing of nations
In the Spirit’s fresh breeze.
And the saints there are gathered
All the broken made whole
And the glorious creatures
And apostles twelve-fold.

Not a suffering remembered
Not a sigh damps the glow
Of the Lamb’s throne eternal
Only dreamed of below.
And His servants are busy
Want it no other way
Casting crowns all before Him
Who alone lights the Day.

And this Day springs eternal
Bitter nights all forgot
Revelation a-plenty
For what Mercy has wrought.

 
 
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