There’s a book that is writ­ten,
Designed by His hand,
Presented by God from above;
And I know that it tells
Of a beau­ti­ful land,
Prepared by His in­fi­nite love.

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O it tells of a ci­ty so bright, so fair,
Where saints of all ag­es have trod;
And I’ve read there is no­thing
But hap­pi­ness there,
In the beau­ti­ful ci­ty of God.

There is ne­ver a sor­row,
An ache, nor a pain,
Though oft it ap­pears like a dream;
And the sun ne­ver sets
Over hill and o’er plain,
And Je­sus the King is su­preme.

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All the rich­es of earth
Will not buy my way in,
For guilt ev­er lurks in my soul;
I’ll ac­cept the great ran­som
Once of­fered for sin,
And start for the hea­ven­ly goal.

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Every cloud wears a rain­bow
Of hea­ven­ly hue,
His smile I’m be­gin­ning to know;
He walks with me, talks with me
All the day thro’,
And O how I do love Him so.

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