The street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass. Revelation 21:21
There’s a homeland of joy for the soul,
With its brightness and beauty sublime;
There we’ll live while the ages shall roll,
In that blessèd and pure holy clime.
Guide me, angels of light, to that home,
Where my loved ones are waiting for me;
In that land where no sorrow can come,
We will live, blessèd Savior, with Thee.
In that beautiful homeland so blest,
There’s no parting, no heartache, no sigh;
With our Savior and king we shall rest,
Free from care in the sweet by and by.
There’s a homeland of peace over there,
Where the weary find rest to the soul;
There the saints all immortal and fair,
Walk with Christ thro’ the streets of pure gold.