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