We’ll sing of the sta­tutes di­vine,
Whilst pil­grims, lest here we de­spond;
But we’ll sing the new song
Of the an­gel­ic throng
When we meet in the ci­ty be­yond.
When we both, you and I,
Having passed thro’ the gate,
Shall meet in the ci­ty be­yond.

Refrain

When we meet in the beau­ti­ful ci­ty be­yond,
We will sing the new song
Of the an­gel­ic throng
In the beau­ti­ful ci­ty be­yond.

How bless­èd as child­ren and heirs
To en­ter that man­sion above,
Where the souls of the blest
Are for­ev­er at rest,
In the bo­som of in­fi­nite love!
When the ran­somed of earth,
Having passed thro’ the gate,
Shall meet in the ci­ty above.

Refrain

And whe­ther we bear to that land
Heart sor­rows or me­mo­ries fond,
Shall their pur­pose be seen,
With no sha­dow be­tween,
When we meet in the ci­ty be­yond.
When the child­ren of grace,
Having passed thro’ the gate,
Shall meet in the ci­ty be­yond.

Refrain

Before they shall call He will hear,
And ere they cease speak­ing res­pond,
While the an­gels await
To throw op­en the gate
That leads to the ci­ty be­yond.
For the num­ber­less host
That shall sweep thro’ the gate,
That leads to the ci­ty be­yond.

Refrain