Scripture Verse

A city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God. Hebrews 11:10


Words: Ma­ry A. Mc­Kee, in Songs of Per­fect Love, ed­it­ed by R. Kel­so Car­ter & John R. Swe­ney (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1886), num­ber 55.

Music: Lin­kö­ping Ad­am Gei­bel (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Mc­Kee (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Adam Geibel (1855–1933)


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.


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.

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.


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.


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.