There’s a ci­ty that looks
O’er the val­ley of death,
And the glo­ries can ne­ver be told;
There the sun ne­ver sets,
And the leaves ne­ver fade,
In that beau­ti­ful ci­ty of gold.

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There the sun ne­ver sets,
And the leaves ne­ver fade;
And the eyes of the faith­ful
Our Sav­ior be­hold,
In that beau­ti­ful ci­ty of gold.

There the King, our Re­deem­er,
The Lord whom we love,
All the faith­ful with rap­ture be­hold;
There the right­eous for­ev­er
Shall shine as the stars,
In that beau­ti­ful ci­ty of gold.

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Every soul we have led
To the foot of the cross,
Every lamb we have brought to the fold,
Shall be kept as bright jew­els
Our crown to ad­orn,
In that beau­ti­ful ci­ty of gold.

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