There is a holy city,
Whose builder is our God;
No eye hath seen its mansions fair,
No foot its courts hath trod.
The wealth of its foundations,
Its streets of purest gold,
The glo­ry of its gates of pearl,
No tongue hath ever told.

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The Lamb is the light of that city above,
The light that shall ne­ver cease!
And all shall behold Him, whose infinite love
Leads them home to that city of peace.

No need within that city,
Of sun or moon to shine;
Jehovah’s presence lights the scene
With radiance most divine;
No shade of night e’er falleth,
To dim the splendor bright;
The Lamb of God on Calv’ry slain,
Forever is the light.

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No man could ever number
The ransomed gathered there,
Arrayed in blood-washed robes of white
The palms of vict’ry bear;
Before God’s throne they worship
And serve Him night and day;
And every tear from every eye
His hand shall wipe away.

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The countless hosts of Hea­ven
His worthy praise pro­claim,
Ascribing honor, blessing, power
And glo­ry to His name.
In ceaseless alleluias
They chant eter­nal psalm,
And cry, Salvation to our God!
Salvation to the Lamb!

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