There’s a beau­ti­ful ci­ty that lies far away
From the earth with its bur­den of tears,
Where the night ne­ver enters, but sha­dow­less day
Shines on through eter­ni­ty’s years.

Refrain

O beau­ti­ful city, ci­ty of gold;
O beau­ti­ful city, trea­sures un­told;
O beau­ti­ful city, ci­ty of gold;
When shall I rest in that beau­ti­ful ci­ty of gold?

From the sha­dows are lifted our sor­row­ful eyes
To the hills where the an­gels have trod,
And our hearts ev­er yearn for our home in the skies,
Our home in the gar­den of God.

Refrain

And there all of our sor­rows shall fade as a dream
As we en­ter the coun­try of rest,
While before us in heav­en­ly beau­ty shall gleam,
The man­sions pre­pared for the blest.

Refrain