Blessed are they that do His commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city.
Revelation 22:14
Words & Music: William J. Holtzclaw, 1895 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Holtzclaw (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
There’s a city on high, where the saints are at rest,
Not a sorrow or care ever troubles the blest;
’Tis the home of the soul,
’Tis the land of the free,
City of the blest, let my soul rest in thee.
Refrain
City of the blest, city of the blest,
City of the blest, let my soul rest in thee;
City of the blest, city of the blest,
City of the blest, let my soul rest in thee.
’Tis a city of light, with its buildings so fair,
Many friends that I knew
Are now resting up there;
I shall see them, for they are now waiting for me.
City of the blest, let my soul rest in thee.
Refrain
Let us walk in the steps of the Master so dear,
For the home is in sight,
And the meeting is near;
I shall then be at rest, and from sin I’ll be free,
City of the blest, let my soul rest in thee.
Refrain