The old is being made new;
Your Glory, Your Kingdom,
Come into view.
What is to be said, when this day comes;
To look upon beauty
Brighter than the setting sun.
It is a dream fulfilled;
Through these narrow gates of pearl,
The entrance to eternal glory—Your Will.
Never again will I hunger;
I will never thirst,
For You are leading me to living water.
All I had known was trustworthy and true;
Upon these streets of golden glass,
My soul finds its home—My soul finds You.