There is a habitation,
Built by the living God,
For all of every nation
Who seek that grand abode.
A city with foundations,
Firm as th’eternal throne;
No wars nor desolations
Shall ever move a stone.
No night is there, no sorrow,
No death and no decay,
No yesterday, no morrow–
But one eternal day.
Within its pearly portals,
Angelic armies sing,
With glorified immortals,
The praises of its King.
O Zion, lovely Zion,
I long thy gates to see!
O Zion, lovely Zion,
When shall I dwell in thee?
– Love H. Jameson (1882)