City of Gold (Crosby)

There’s a ci­ty that looks

O’er the val­ley of death

And the glo­ries can nev­er be told;

There the sun nev­er sets

And the leaves nev­er fade

In that beau­ti­ful ci­ty of gold.

There the sun nev­er sets

And the leaves nev­er fade;

And the eyes of the faith­ful

Our Sav­ior be­hold

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.

Every soul we have led

To the foot of the cross

Every lamb we have brought to the fold

Shall be kept as bright jew­els

Our crown to ad­orn

In that beau­ti­ful ci­ty of gold.