City of the Blest

There’s a ci­ty on high

where the saints are at rest

Not a sor­row or care ev­er trou­bles the blest;

’Tis the home of the soul

’Tis the land of the free

City of the blest

let my soul rest in thee.

City of the blest

ci­ty of the blest

City of the blest

let my soul rest in thee;

City of the blest

ci­ty of the blest

City of the blest

let my soul rest in thee.

’Tis a ci­ty of light

with its build­ings so fair

Many friends that I knew

Are now rest­ing up there;

I shall see them

for they are now wait­ing for me.

City of the blest

let my soul rest in thee.

Let us walk in the steps of the Mas­ter so dear

For the home is in sight

And the meet­ing is near;

I shall then be at rest

and from sin I’ll be free

City of the blest

let my soul rest in thee.