Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, <br />'O my people, faint and few, <br />Comfortless, afflicted, broken, <br />Fair abodes I build for you. <br />Thorns of heartfelt tribulation <br />Shall no more perplex your ways; <br />You shall name your walls, Salvation, <br />And your gates shall all be Praise. <br /> <br />'There, like streams that feed the garden, <br />Pleasures without end shall flow, <br />For the Lord, your faith rewarding, <br />All His bounty shall bestow; <br />Still in undisturb'd possession <br />Peace and righteousness shall reign; <br />Never shall you feel oppression, <br />Hear the voice of war again. <br /> <br />'Ye no more your suns descending, <br />Waning moons no more shall see; <br />But your griefs forever ending, <br />Find eternal noon in me: <br />God shall rise, and shining o'er ye, <br />Change to day the gloom of night; <br />He, the Lord, shall be your glory, <br />God your everlasting light.'<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/olney-hymn-10-the-future-peace-and-glory-of-the-church/
