The foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones…and the street of the city was pure gold.
Revelation 21:19,21
Words: I. M. Scudder, in Fount of Blessing, by Robert G. Staples (Chicago, Illinois: Central Book Concern, 1880), number 136.
Music: George C. Hugg (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know Scudder’s full name, or where to get a good photo of him (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
There’s a land that is fair and golden,
Half its beauties will never be told;
In its grandeur and glory folden,
I so long this fair land to behold.
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In that land, so fair and golden
There the story sweet and olden,
Is the theme of angel bands,
In that glory, golden land;
Sing, my soul, sing Amen.
In that land is a golden city,
With its walls built of costliest stone;
Naught on earth can compare in beauty,
With that fair, golden heavenly home.
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If to Jesus we’re faithful ever,
We shall see all those glories untold;
And shall gaze on their God-like splendor,
Which our earth-sight
can never behold.
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