The City of Our God

The ci­ty of our God

Jerusalem the bright

Her gleam­ing wall and spires tall

Adorn the sight.

The Lord with­in

Awaits us there

with man­sions fair

In glo­ri­ous light.

No tem­ple will there be

No sun or moon need shine

The glo­ry of the Lord and Lamb

Will be its shrine.

The na­tions walk

Within its light

O won­drous sight—

What ho­ly sign!

Where gleam of pre­cious stone

And gates of pearl sur­round

Foursquare it stands

o’er all the lands

In beau­ty crowned.

All pain is gone:

No death or tears—our sor­row

fears

Are no more found.

Our true and heart’s de­sire

To live with­in God’s walls

From mount­ain peak your tow­ers we seek

The gleam­ing halls.

O draw us there;

From streets of gold

Love ma­ni­fold

Our wel­come calls.