Within the city there was everything to feast the eye. Rich glory they beheld everywhere. Then Jesus looked upon His redeemed saints; their countenances were radiant with glory; and as He fixed His loving eyes upon them, He said, with His rich, musical voice, “I behold the travail of My soul, and am satisfied. This rich glory is yours to enjoy eternally. Your sorrows are ended. There shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain.” ... {FLB 352.3}

Indenfor byen var der alt for øjets lyst. De ser en rig herlighed over alt. Da så Jesus på Sine forløste hellige; deres ansigter strålede af herlighed; og idet Han rettede sine elskende øjne mod dem, sagde han med sin rige musikalske stemme: "Jeg ser Min sjæls slid og slæb, og jeg er tilfreds. Den rige herlighed er til din glæde for evigt. Dine sorger er til ende. Der skal ikke mere være død, ejheller sorg eller skrig, der skal heller ikke mere være smerte." . . . .