The phrase "They tell of a city no mortal hath trod" resonates through 1 hymns, touching hearts across generations.
They tell of a city no mortal hath trod
...When clouds o’er our pathway are heavy and drear;
They tell of a city no mortal hath trod,
A city whose builder and maker is God....
When clouds o’er our pathway are heavy and drear;
They tell of a city no mortal hath trod,
A city whose builder and maker is God.
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