There’s a city of jasper,
Of pearl and of gold,
Where sighing and sadness
Shall nevermore be;
Where glo­ri­ous visions
Of rapture unfold,
And that is the city
I’m hoping to see.

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Oh, that beau­ti­ful, beau­ti­ful city…
The home that’s prepared for the blest;
Where those who are faithful
In serving the Mas­ter,
Shall thro’ all eternity rest.

There’s a faraway haven
Of joy and of peace;
Secure from the dangers
Of breaker and beach;
Where the rage of life’s dark,
Angry waters shall cease;
And that is the haven
I’m striving to reach.

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There are loved ones and friends
Who have passed on before,
Their labors are ended,
Their journey complete;
And their rest shall be sweet
On that verdure clad shore,
And they are the friends
I am hoping to meet.

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There’s a crown of rejoicing
So glo­ri­ous and bright,
For each who the Mas­ter’s
Cross meekly shall bear,
And its rare gems of beauty
Our eyes shall delight;
Oh! that is the crown
I am longing to wear.

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