1 There is a city, fair and bright,
That eye hath never seen,
Where ever dwelleth pure delight,
And heavenly praise serene.
High walls of precious gems and gold
Secure from every ill;
Unheard-of-bliss and joys untold
Within its borders dwell.

2 There living waters ceaseless flow
From out the heavenly throne;
There fairest fruits perennial grow,
And want is never known.
Nor sun by day nor moon by night
This heavenly city needs,
But glory sheds a crystal light
That never wanes nor fades.

3 Nor sin nor sorrow cometh there,
Nor ever death nor pain,
In love abiding, free from care,
The saints forever reign.
Among the many mansions there,
O, is there one for me?
Dear Lord, an humble place prepare,
That I may dwell with thee.