I know that afar in God’s boundless realm,
Perhaps ’mid the starry spaces,
Lies the promised home of the saints redeemed,
Replete with celestial graces;
In dreams I have walked on the streets of gold,
As I sought for my own fair dwelling;
And voices I knew and loved of old,
I’ve heard in the music swelling.
That beautiful city is home to me,
Each day it is growing dearer;
And voices that call from beyond the sea
Are drawing me nearer and nearer.
That beautiful city with jasper walls,
Ne’er closes its pearly portals,
And the healing power of its holy light
Sweeps over the blest immortals;
There sorrow and tears shall be wiped away,
In the dawn of an endless morning,
Our triumphs of faith like stars shall shine—
Bright crowns for the soul’s adorning.
The longings of life shall be satisfied,
The fetters of earth be broken,
And the words imprisoned within the soul,
With rapture shall then be spoken;
The music that sorrow hath hushed awhile,
And the silence of life’s sad story,
Shall leap into songs of perfect joy,
Attuned to eternal glory.