There's a holy and beautiful city

Whose Builder and Ruler is God;

John saw it descending from Heaven

When Patmos, in exile, he trod;

Its high, massive wall is of jasper

The city itself is pure gold;

And when my frail tent here is folded

Mine eyes shall its glory behold

In that bright city, pearly white city

I have a mansion, a harp, and a crown;

Now I am watching, waiting, and longing

For the white city John saw coming down

No sin is allowed in that city

And nothing defiling or mean;

No pain and no sickness can enter

No crepe on the doorknob is seen;

Earth's sorrows and cares are forgotten

No tempter is there to annoy;

No parting words ever are spoken

There's nothing to hurt or destroy

No heartaches are known in that city

No tears ever moisten the eyes;

There's no disappointment in Heaven

No envy and strife in the sky;

The saints are all sanctified wholly

They live in sweet harmony there;

My heart is now set on that city

And some day its blessings I'll share

My loved ones are gathering yonder

My friends too are passing away

And soon I shall join their bright number

And dwell in eternity's day;

They're safe now in glory with Jesus

Their trials and battles are past

They overcame sin and the tempter

They've reached that fair city at last