THE CITY paved with gold, | |
| Bright with each dazzling gem! | |
| When shall our eyes behold | |
| The new Jerusalem? | |
| Yet lo! e’en now in viewless might | 5 |
| Uprise the walls of living light! | |
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| The kingdom of the Lord! | |
| It cometh not with show: | |
| Nor throne, nor crown, nor sword, | |
| Proclaim its might below. | 10 |
| Though dimly scanned through mists of sin, | |
| The Lord’s true kingdom is within! | |
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| The gates of pearl are there | |
| In penitential tears: | |
| Bright as a jewel rare | 15 |
| Each saintly grace appears: | |
| We track the path saints trod of old, | |
| And lo! the pavement is of gold! | |
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| The living waters flow | |
| That fainting souls may drink; | 20 |
| The mystic fruit-trees grow | |
| Along the river’s brink: | |
| We taste e’en now the water sweet, | |
| And of the Tree of Life we eat. | |
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| Not homeless wanderers here | 25 |
| Our exile songs we sing; | |
| Thou art our home most dear, | |
| Thou city of our King! | |
| Thy future bliss we cannot tell, | |
| Content in Thee on earth we dwell. | 30 |
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| Build, Lord, the mystic walls! | |
| Throw wide the unseen gates! | |
| Fill all the golden halls, | |
| While yet Thy triumph waits! | |
| Make glad Thy Church with light and love, | 35 |
| Till glorified it shines above! | |
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