The heavenly city

I sigh for the heavenly country,

Where the heavenly people pass,

And the sea is as quiet as a mirror

Of beautiful beautiful glass.

I walk in the heavenly field,

With lilies and poppies bright,

I am dressed in a heavenly coat

Of polished white.

When I walk in the heavenly parkland

My feet on the pasture are bare,

Tall waves the grass, but no harmful

Creature is there.

At night I fly over the housetops,

And stand on the bright moony beams;

Gold are all heaven's rivers,

And silver her streams.