1 There’s a city, shining white,
Built upon the plains of light,
‘Tis the palace of the King bright and fair;
Grief and pain shall pass away,
In that place of perfect day,
Sin and sorrow cannot enter there.
Refrain:
Over there,
Over there,
In the land of endless joy where the angels sing;
Over there,
Over there,
In the glorious palace of the King.
2 When I reach the golden gate
Leading to this grand estate,
Opened wide by angel hands it will be;
I shall enter into rest,
With the happy and the blest,
‘Mid their glorious songs of victory. [Refrain]
3 There my Saviour I shall see,
In His holy likeness be;
Garments whiter than the snow I shall wear;
I shall sing the glad new song,
With the countless, ransomed throng;
In the glory of my Lord I’ll share. [Refrain]
Source: Gospel Herald in Song #53