There’s a City That Is Far, Far Away

There’s a ci­ty that is far

far away;

You can see its sil­ver spires o’er the sea;

’Tis be­yond the roll­ing waves’ mis­ty spray;

Oh

that ci­ty is for you and for me.

Oh that home

hap­py home

Where the cy­cles of eter­ni­ty roll

There no sor­rows

sin nor death e’er shall come

For that ci­ty is the home of the soul.

We will hear the an­gels sing ov­er there

As they hold with­in their hands harps of gold

In that ci­ty that is bright and so fair;

Oh

that ci­ty is the home of the soul.

There the tree of life will bloom ev­er­more

While the cy­cles of eter­ni­ty roll

And no sick­ness

pain or death we shall know

For that ci­ty is the home of the soul.

All the pil­grims of the earth

I am told

Who have suf­fered for their Lord on the way

Will re­ceive a shin­ing crown

made of gold

In that ci­ty that is far

far away.