1 There is a holy city,
A happy world above,
Beyond the starry regions,
Built by the God of love;
An everlasting temple—
And saints, arrayed in white,
There serve their great Redeemer,
And dwell with Him in light.
2 The meanest child of glory
Outshines the radiant sun;
But who can speak the splendor
Of that eternal throne
Where Jesus sits exalted,
In God-like majesty?
The elders fall before Him,
The angels bend the knee.
3 The host of saints around Him
Proclaim His work of grace;
The patriarchs and prophets,
And all the godly race,
Who speak of fiery trials
And tortures on their way—
They came from tribulation
To everlasting day.
4 And what shall be my journey,
How long my stay below,
Or what shall be my trials,
Are not for me to know;
In ev’ry day of trouble,
I’ll raise my tho’ts on high;
I’ll think of the bright temple,
And crowns above the sky.
Source: The Praise Book: for Young People's Societies, Church Prayer Meetings and Sunday Schools #256
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