The Golden City (French)

Soon we’ll see the gold­en ci­ty

Soon we’ll hear the an­gels sing

And the harps at­tuned by ser­aphs

Loud will make the heav­ens ring.

We will walk thro’ the streets of the ci­ty

With the friends we have loved by our side

We shall sit by the banks of the riv­er

In that land we shall ev­er ab­ide.

Blessèd city

home of an­gels

With its streets all paved with gold

Pearly gates and liv­ing fount­ains

Where the plea­sures ne’er grow old.

Jesus’ glo­ry ev­er shin­ing

Trees of life in gran­deur stand

Clouds of love with sil­ver lin­ing

In that hap­py Ed­en land.

Friends and kin­dred who have loved us

Hearts that oft­en beat as one

There shall join the glo­ri­ous num­ber

And shall sing around the throne.