Hail the Glorious Golden City

Hail the glo­ri­ous gold­en ci­ty

Pictured by the seers of old!

Everlasting light shines o’er it

Wondrous tales of it are told:

Only right­eous men and wo­men

Dwell with­in its gleam­ing wall;

Wrong is ban­ished from its bor­ders

Justice reigns su­preme o’er all.

We are build­ers of that ci­ty

All our joys and all our groans

Help to rear its shin­ing ram­parts;

All our lives are build­ing stones:

Whether hum­ble or ex­alt­ed

All are called to task di­vine;

All must aid alike to car­ry

Forward one sub­lime de­sign.

And the work that we have build­ed

Oft with bleed­ing hands and tears

Oft in er­ror

oft in ang­uish

Will not per­ish with our years:

It will live and shine trans­figured

In the fi­nal reign of right;

It will pass in­to the splen­dors

Of the ci­ty of the light.