The Celestial City

There is a ci­ty built on high

From earth­ly sor­rows free

Bought by a Sav­ior’s pre­cious blood

A home for you and me.

I will meet you in that ci­ty

In that bright ce­les­ti­al ci­ty

Where all sor­row

pain

And part­ing will be o’er;

I will meet you in that ci­ty

In God’s ev­er­last­ing ci­ty

There we’ll praise Him

With our loved ones gone be­fore.

Its gates are pearl

its streets are gold

Its walls are jew­els rare;

No need of sun or moon to shine

For God is bright­ness there.

There peace and joy will reign com­plete

There’ll be no night or strife;

Oh

will your name be writ­ten in

The Lamb’s great book of life?