In the City Where the Lamb Is the Light

There’s a coun­try far be­yond the star­ry sky

There’s a ci­ty where there nev­er comes a night;

If we’re faith­ful we shall go there by and by

’Tis the ci­ty where the Lamb is the light.

In that ci­ty where the Lamb is the light

The ci­ty where there com­eth no night;

I’ve a man­sion over there

And when free from toil and care

I am go­ing where the Lamb is the light.

Here we have our days of sun­shine

but we know

That the sun which shines up­on us now so bright

Will be changed to clouds and rain un­til we go

To the ci­ty where the Lamb is the light.

There the flow­ers bloom for­ev­er and the day

Shall be one eter­nal day with­out a night;

And our tears shall be for­ev­er wiped away

In that ci­ty where the Lamb is the light.

Here we have our dis­ap­point­ments all the while

And our fond­est hopes but meet with bit­ter blight;

Tho’ by night we weep

the morn­ing brings a smile

In that ci­ty where the Lamb is the light.

Then let sun­light fade

let twi­light bring its gloom

Not a sha­dow can my bliss­ful soul af­fright;

For I know that up in Heav­en there is room

In that ci­ty where the Lamb is the light.