A river flows in perfect peace
Before Almighty’s throne,
And there the righteous take their ease;
They neither grieve nor groan.
But here the restless winds assail,
And seas with fury swell.
Until the Prince of Peace prevails,
And all, at last, is well.
A safe and happy city stands,
Designed and built by God.
Its vistas are Emmanuel’s land;
Its citizens are good.
We live, for now, as pilgrims here—
Maligned, but not alone.
We know that city will appear,
And God will be our home.
A promised, peaceful kingdom comes,
With Christ her perfect King.
The blind will see, the lame will run,
The deaf will hear and sing.
With longing hearts the church awaits
Our Savior and Reward:
All knees will bow, all tongues proclaim
That Jesus Christ is Lord!