Oh, City of the Angels!

Oh

city of the an­gels!

In dreams di­vine­ly sweet

I pass thy op­en gate­ways

And walk thy gold­en street;

I join the grand sweet an­thems

Before the great white throne;

And I am filled with rap­ture

That earth has nev­er known.

Oh

ci­ty of the an­gels!

Beyond thy jas­per gates

For all earth’s wea­ry pil­grims

What rest and peace awaits!

Oh

man­sions of my Fa­ther!

I en­ter through thy doors

Of ame­thyst and jas­per

And tread thy gold­en floors;

And those who went be­fore me

And long since ceased to roam

Cry out in sud­den rapture

Oh

wel­come! wel­come home!

Oh

rest be­yond the riv­er!

Thou art not ful­ly won;

I may not share thy rap­ture

Until my work is done;

When death’s white an­gel calls me

And I no long­er roam

Oh

ci­ty of the an­gels

In thee I’ll find my home!