How Far to the City of Gold?

How far to the Ci­ty of Gold?

The anx­ious pil­grim cries;

How far to jour­ney ere I see

Its tow­ers be­fore me rise?

Tho’ oft­en worn and sad

Oppressed with grief and care

Pilgrim

press on a few more steps

Thy feet are al­most there.

Press on

press on

Where lies thy home so fair;

Pilgrim

press on a few more steps

Thy feet are al­most there.

How far to the Ci­ty of Gold?

The sad­dened hearts would know

While mourn­ing o’er the friends they love

In death’s em­brace laid low;

How long ere saints awake

And pass those por­tals fair?

Hope whis­pers in af­flict­ion’s hour

Weep not

they’re al­most there.

How far to the Ci­ty of Gold?

Where sor­row ne’er shall come—

The pro­mised land of joy and rest

The saints’ eter­nal home?

The jour­ney long has been

But home will soon ap­pear;

Each land­mark past pro­claims to us

We’re al­most

al­most there.

How far to the Ci­ty of Gold?

Thy wait­ing Church would know;

Each day Thy child­ren up­ward gaze

Each day more anx­ious grow;

Blest Sav­ior

cleave the sky

And quick­ly

quick­ly come;

We long to see Thy bless­èd face

And dwell with Thee at home.