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.

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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.

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

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