Hail the glo­ri­ous gold­en city,
Pictured by the seers of old!
Everlasting light shines o’er it,
Wondrous tales of it are told:
Only right­eous men and wo­men
Dwell with­in its gleam­ing wall;
Wrong is ban­ished from its bor­ders,
Justice reigns su­preme o’er all.

We are build­ers of that ci­ty,
All our joys and all our groans
Help to rear its shin­ing ram­parts;
All our lives are build­ing stones:
Whether hum­ble or ex­alt­ed,
All are called to task di­vine;
All must aid alike to carry
Forward one sub­lime de­sign.

And the work that we have build­ed,
Oft with bleed­ing hands and tears,
Oft in er­ror, oft in ang­uish,
Will not per­ish with our years:
It will live and shine trans­figured,
In the fi­nal reign of right;
It will pass in­to the splendors
Of the ci­ty of the light.