I’ve heard of a city
That’s far, far away,
Where there is no darkness,
But one cloudless day;
The streets of that city
Are paved with pure gold;
The walls are of jasper,
And grand to behold;
Where Je­sus, the Sav­ior,
Is King of all kings,
Where angels rejoice
In the songs that they sing:
I heard the sweet story,
Though far, far away,
And traveling the road
That had led me as­tray.

But in that lone darkness
I heard a voice say,
Now listen to Me,
I’m the Life and the Way.
I stood in amazement,
’Twas so new to me,
I heard those sweet words,
But no one could I see.
The voice spoke again,
Listen to what it said:
Come, drink of My blood
And eat living Bread.
I was so amazed I
Could not understand,
Till one of God’s servants
Expounded the plan.

He told of the Sav­ior,
Who died on the tree,
To save a poor sinner,
A sinner like me;
I saw my condition,
I saw my sad plight,
I dropped on my knees,
And I prayed for the light;
I rose from my knees,
And the darkness was gone,
The light of the Gos­pel
Most brightly now shone:
The darkness had faded
Fore’er from my sight,
And I understood now
That God was the light.

Then I was as happy
As happy could be,
For I knew my Sav­ior
Had saved one like me;
Then why should I trouble,
Or why longer roam?
’Tis Je­sus, my Sav­ior,
Prepares me a home.
And soon the dark clouds
Will roll back as a scroll,
Revealing the city
Whose streets are of gold;
With shouting the saints shall
Ascend up on high,
And dwell in those mansions
Beyond the blue sky.