There is a ci­ty built on high,
From earth­ly sor­rows free,
Bought by a Sav­ior’s pre­cious blood,
A home for you and me.

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I will meet you in that ci­ty,
In that bright ce­les­ti­al ci­ty,
Where all sor­row, pain,
And part­ing will be o’er;
I will meet you in that ci­ty,
In God’s ev­er­last­ing ci­ty,
There we’ll praise Him
With our loved ones gone be­fore.

Its gates are pearl, its streets are gold,
Its walls are jew­els rare;
No need of sun or moon to shine,
For God is bright­ness there.

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There peace and joy will reign com­plete,
There’ll be no night or strife;
Oh, will your name be writ­ten in
The Lamb’s great book of life?

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