Where They Need No Sun

When my earth­ly day is wan­ing

And my mor­tal robes I fold

With the dawn­ing of eter­ni­ty be­gun

I shall en­ter gates of pearl to walk

On streets of shin­ing gold

In that ci­ty where they need no sun.

In that ci­ty where they need no sun

When at last my earth­ly race is run

I shall see my Sav­ior’s face

Revel in His love and grace

In that ci­ty where they need no sun.

O’er the fields of end­less glo­ry

I shall wan­der with de­light

For with sad­ness and with pain I shall be done.

No more sor­row

no more sick­ness

In that home so pure and bright

In that ci­ty where they need no sun!

With the count­less blood-washed mill­ions

I shall sing be­yond the skies

Praise to God and to the Lamb for sin­ners slain.

As the sound of ma­ny wat­ers

This tri­umph­ant song shall rise

And re­sound through­out God’s vast do­main.