When I’ve run the race before me

When I’ve run the race before me

And have fought to victory

I’ll be raptured to the glory of the Lord;

When I’ve kept the faith at any cost

The Holy City then

I’ll receive as my reward.

I’ll be raptured into glory

In the Holy City dwell—

New Jerusalem

New Jerusalem;

With the overcomers shouting

How our praises then will swell

In the New Jerusalem.

As a pilgrim here I wander;

While afflicted

I rejoice

For a better land I soon expect to see;

Though all others seek for earthly gain

The Holy City e’er

Will my aspiration be.

Though my feet are often wearied

On the rough and rugged path

Just by thinking of that city

I’m restored;

Though my eyes be filled with tears

My heart will evermore be fixed

On that City

my reward.

With strong purpose I now wrestle

And I run toward the goal;

I pursue the prize

God’s highest to obtain;

Pressing forward toward the mark

I run forgetting all behind

Thus the Holy City gain.

By His love and through His grace I’ll

In the Holy City live—

New Jerusalem

New Jerusalem;

All saints leaping

singing

shouting

To the Lord their praises give

In the New Jerusalem.