The Beautiful City Of God

by Mary A. McKee

With mansions of fairness,
And beauty and rareness,
And streets with a pavement of gold;
Where no one grows weary,
No prospect is dreary,
And no one can ever grow old.

Its rivers of gladness
Will banish all sadness,
And sorrow shall vanish away;
The moon shall not lighten,
the sun shall not brighten
that city by night or by day.

But light will be given,
All storm clouds be riven,
From over that city of God;
We'll view then in wonder,
Thro all that may sunder,
The path that in sorrow we trod.

No sorrow or sighing,
Nor anguish or dying,
Can shadow the bliss of that home;
And pilgrims who rest there;
For ever are blest there,
Nor yearn in their rapture to roam.

Chorus

Oh, there is a city, a beautiful city,
Whose builder and maker is God;
A far away city, A wonderful city,
The beautiful city of God.