Scripture Verse

The city was pure gold, like unto clear glass. Revelation 21:18

Introduction

Words & Music: Lou­ise Swan, in Songs for the Mas­ter, ed­it­ed by J. Har­ry Cross­ley & Al­fred Good­sell (Bridge­port, Con­nec­ti­cut: Al­fred T. Good­sell, 1897) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Swan (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

There, in that golden city fair,
Stand the blest angels in robes of white,
Singing for­ev­er their songs of praise,
Resting not day or night.

Refrain

With that great choir in glo­ry,
Lord, may we stand and sing
Praises to Thee our Fa­ther,
And praises to Christ our king.

There, neither sin nor any grief
Ever shall enter their song sublime;
Heaven’s high arches shall ever ring,
After the end of time.

Refrain

O, blessèd choir of angel hosts;
O, blessèd country where all is love;
There, weary souls that languish here,
Shall rest in Hea­ven above.

Refrain