1 Hail the glorious golden city,
pictured by the seers of old:
everlasting light shines o'er it,
wondrous tales of it are told.
Wise and righteous men and women
dwell within its gleaming wall;
wrong is banished from its borders,
justice reigns supreme o'er all.

2 We are builders of that city.
All our joys and all our groans
help to rear its shining ramparts;
all our lives are building stones.
Whether humble or exalted,
all are called to task divine;
all must aid alike to carry
forward one sublime design.

3 And the work that we have builded,
oft with bleeding hands and tears,
oft in error, and in anguish,
will not perish with our years:
it will live and shine transfigured
in the final reign of right:
it will merge into the splendors
of the city of the light.