I’m think­ing to­day of that ci­ty be­yond,
Whose streets are all paved with pure gold;
The saved ones shall dwell there with hearts ev­er fond,
And none there shall ev­er grow old.

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O beau­ti­ful ci­ty of gold:
Its man­sions I long to be­hold;
My bur­dens seem light­er,
My path­way grows bright­er,
When I think of that ci­ty of gold.

My Sav­ior is now in that ci­ty so fair,
Designing a home for His own;
Some day He will call them to dwell with Him there,
’Mid joys which no mor­tal hath known.

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How oft­en I think of that ci­ty on high,
Where thieves can­not break through and steal;
There an­thems of praise shall re­sound thro’ the sky,
And Je­sus His face shall re­veal.

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