Beautiful city of gold,
O how my heart longs for thee!
The streets are as clear as crystal,
The pearly gates we shall see.
Beautiful city of gold (of gold),
Bought by the blood of the Lamb, we are told;
All who would ever that beauty behold,
Must come to Jesus and enter the fold.
Home of the bride of Jesus,
That beautiful home so fair,
His bride, too, is fair and spotless,
Her garments were wrought with care.
Some day we’ll meet all our loved ones,
When Jesus our Lord shall come,
With angels and clouds of glory,
Far brighter than noonday’s sun.
Friend, if you ever would enter
That beautiful land of light,
Be washed in the blood of Jesus,
And thou shalt receive thy sight.