Beautiful City of Gold (Graves)

I’m think­ing to­day of that ci­ty be­yond

Whose streets are all paved with pure gold;

The saved ones shall dwell there with hearts ev­er fond

And none there shall ev­er grow old.

O beau­ti­ful ci­ty of gold:

Its man­sions I long to be­hold;

My bur­dens seem light­er

My path­way grows bright­er

When I think of that ci­ty of gold.

My Sav­ior is now in that ci­ty so fair

Designing a home for His own;

Some day He will call them to dwell with Him there

’Mid joys which no mor­tal hath known.

How oft­en I think of that ci­ty on high

Where thieves can­not break through and steal;

There an­thems of praise shall re­sound thro’ the sky

And Je­sus His face shall re­veal.