There Is a Holy City

There is a ho­ly ci­ty

A hap­py world above

Beyond the star­ry re­gions

Built by the God of love;

An ev­er­last­ing tem­ple—

And saints

ar­rayed in white

There serve their great Re­deem­er

And dwell with Him in light.

The mean­est child of glo­ry

Outshines the ra­di­ant sun;

But who can speak the splen­dor

Of that eter­nal throne

Where Je­sus sits ex­alt­ed

In bright­est ma­jes­ty?

The el­ders fall be­fore Him

The an­gels bend the knee.

And what shall be my jour­ney

How long my stay be­low

Or what shall be my tri­als

Are not for me to know;

In ev­ery day of trou­ble

I’ll raise my thoughts on high;

I’ll think of saints all shin­ing

And crowns above the sky.