1 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.

Refrain:
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.

2 Its rivers of gladness will banish all sadness,
And sorrows shall vanish away;
The moon shall not lighten, the sun shall not brighten,
That city by night or by day. [Refrain]

3 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. [Refrain]

4 No sorrow or sighing, nor anguish or dying,
Can shadow the bliss of that home;
And pilgrims who rest there, forever are blest there,
Nor yearn in their rapture to roam. [Refrain]