There is a ho­ly ci­ty,
Whose build­er is our God;
No eye hath seen its man­sions fair,
No foot its courts hath trod.
The wealth of its foun­da­tions,
Its streets of pur­est gold,
The glo­ry of its gates of pearl,
No tongue hath ev­er told.

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The Lamb is the light of that ci­ty above,
The light that shall ne­ver cease!
And all shall be­hold Him, whose in­fi­nite love
Leads them home to that ci­ty of peace.

No need with­in that ci­ty,
Of sun or moon to shine;
Jehovah’s pre­sence lights the scene
With ra­di­ance most di­vine;
No shade of night e’er fall­eth,
To dim the splen­dor bright;
The Lamb of God on Cal­v’ry slain,
Forever is the light.

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No man could ev­er number
The ran­somed ga­thered there,
Arrayed in blood-washed robes of white
The palms of vic­t’ry bear;
Before God’s throne they wor­ship
And serve Him night and day;
And ev­ery tear from ev­ery eye
His hand shall wipe away.

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The count­less hosts of Hea­ven
His wor­thy praise pro­claim,
Ascribing hon­or, bless­ing, pow­er
And glo­ry to His name.
In cease­less al­le­lu­ias
They chant eter­nal psalm,
And cry, Sal­va­tion to our God!
Salvation to the Lamb!

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