There’s a city of jas­per,
Of pearl and of gold,
Where sigh­ing and sad­ness
Shall ne­ver­more be;
Where glo­ri­ous vi­sions
Of rap­ture un­fold,
And that is the ci­ty
I’m hop­ing to see.

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Oh, that beau­ti­ful, beau­ti­ful city…
The home that’s pre­pared for the blest;
Where those who are faith­ful
In serv­ing the Mas­ter,
Shall thro’ all eter­ni­ty rest.

There’s a far­away ha­ven
Of joy and of peace;
Secure from the dan­gers
Of break­er and beach;
Where the rage of life’s dark,
Angry wa­ters shall cease;
And that is the ha­ven
I’m striv­ing to reach.

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There are loved ones and friends
Who have passed on before,
Their la­bors are end­ed,
Their jour­ney com­plete;
And their rest shall be sweet
On that ver­dure clad shore,
And they are the friends
I am hop­ing to meet.

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There’s a crown of re­joic­ing
So glo­ri­ous and bright,
For each who the Mas­ter’s
Cross meek­ly shall bear,
And its rare gems of beau­ty
Our eyes shall de­light;
Oh! that is the crown
I am long­ing to wear.

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