Garden of God

There’s a beau­ti­ful ci­ty that lies far away

From the earth with its bur­den of tears

Where the night nev­er enters

but sha­dow­less day

Shines on through eter­ni­ty’s years.

O beau­ti­ful city

ci­ty of gold;

O beau­ti­ful city

trea­sures un­told;

O beau­ti­ful city

ci­ty of gold;

When shall I rest in that beau­ti­ful ci­ty of gold?

From the sha­dows are lifted our sor­row­ful eyes

To the hills where the an­gels have trod

And our hearts ev­er yearn for our home in the skies

Our home in the gar­den of God.

And there all of our sor­rows shall fade as a dream

As we en­ter the coun­try of rest

While before us in heav­en­ly beau­ty shall gleam

The man­sions pre­pared for the blest.