Classic Poem

Of sun or moon had they no need;
their lamp-light was the very God;
the Lamb their lantern that never fail'd;
through Him the City brightly gleam'd.
Through wall and mansion pierced my gaze;
all was so clear, nought hinder'd sight.
The High Throne might ye there behold,
engirt with all its fair array,
as John the Apostle drew in words;
and thereon sat High God Himself.
A river from the Throne ran out;
'twas brighter than both sun and moon.