The Golden City (Booth)

I’ve a home fair and bright in yon­der ci­ty

To its gates I am march­ing along;

When my fight­ing for Je­sus here is ov­er

I shall then take my place with the throng

That face to face be­holds the Sav­ior

In whose praise is raised its song.

Up in the gold­en ci­ty

There’s a man­sion to me will be giv’n;

I am rich­er by far

Than a queen or a czar

I’m an heir of the wealth of Heav’n.

It is true on the way to yon­der ci­ty

I’ve to cross o’er a cold roll­ing flood;

But I trust Him to guide me by whose pi­ty

I’ve been led to the sin-cleans­ing blood;

As He has said He’ll nev­er leave me

I will trust my friend

my God.

Do you know there’s no place in yon­der ci­ty

For a soul that is bur­dened with guilt?

Do you know that no sin can ev­er en­ter?

Hasten then to the blood that was spilt

To cleanse from sin

and with me jour­ney

To the ci­ty God has built.