Tyndale(i)
1 And he shewed me a pure ryver of water of lyfe clere as cristall: procedynge oute of the seate of God and of the lambe.
2 In the myddes of the strete of it and of ether syde of ye ryver was there wode of lyfe: which bare xii maner of frutes: and gave frute every moneth: and the leves of the wodde served to heale the people with all.
3 And there shalbe no more cursse but the seate of god and the lambe shalbe in it: and his servauntes shall serve him:
4 And shall se his face and his name shalbe in their forheddes.
5 And there shall be no nyght there and they nede no candle nether light of the sunne: for the lorde God geveth them light and they shall raygne for evermore.