The City Beyond

We’ll sing of the sta­tutes di­vine

Whilst pil­grims

lest here we de­spond;

But we’ll sing the new song

Of the an­gel­ic throng

When we meet in the ci­ty be­yond.

When we both

you and I

Having passed thro’ the gate

Shall meet in the ci­ty be­yond.

When we meet in the beau­ti­ful ci­ty be­yond

We will sing the new song

Of the an­gel­ic throng

In the beau­ti­ful ci­ty be­yond.

How bless­èd as child­ren and heirs

To en­ter that man­sion ab­ove

Where the souls of the blest

Are for­ev­er at rest

In the bo­som of in­fi­nite love!

When the ran­somed of earth

Having passed thro’ the gate

Shall meet in the ci­ty ab­ove.

And whe­ther we bear to that land

Heart sor­rows or me­mo­ries fond

Shall their pur­pose be seen

With no sha­dow be­tween

When we meet in the ci­ty be­yond.

When the child­ren of grace

Having passed thro’ the gate

Shall meet in the ci­ty be­yond.

Before they shall call He will hear

And ere they cease speak­ing re­spond

While the an­gels await

To throw op­en the gate

That leads to the ci­ty be­yond.

For the num­ber­less host

That shall sweep thro’ the gate

That leads to the ci­ty be­yond.