Classic Poem

There 's a city that looks o'er the valley of death,
And its glories can never be told;
There the sun never sets, and the leaves never fade,
In that beautiful city of gold.
There the King, our Redeemer, the Lord whom we love,
All the faithful with rapture behold;
There the righteous forever shall shine as the stars,
In that beautiful city of gold.
Ev'ry soul we have lead to the foot of the cross,
Ev'ry lamb we have brought to the fold,
Shall be kept as bright jewels, our crown to adorn,
In that beautiful city of gold.
In that city of light, where the sun never sets,
The inhabitants never grow old;
There no sorrow, no sickness, no death ever comes,
In that beautiful city of gold.

That beautiful city, the home of the soul,
Oh, what joy, and what rapture to behold (to behold)!
My Saviour to see, and forever to be,
In that beautiful city of gold.