There’s a city that is far, far away;
You can see its silver spires o’er the sea;
’Tis beyond the rolling waves’ misty spray;
Oh, that city is for you and for me.

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Oh that home, happy home,
Where the cycles of eternity roll,
There no sorrows, sin nor death e’er shall come,
For that city is the home of the soul.

We will hear the angels sing over there,
As they hold within their hands harps of gold,
In that city that is bright and so fair;
Oh, that city is the home of the soul.

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There the tree of life will bloom evermore,
While the cycles of eternity roll,
And no sickness, pain or death we shall know,
For that city is the home of the soul.

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All the pilgrims of the earth, I am told,
Who have suffered for their Lord on the way,
Will receive a shining crown, made of gold,
In that city that is far, far away.

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