Not Half Has Ever Been Told

I have read of a beau­ti­ful ci­ty

Far away in the king­dom of God;

I have read how its walls are of jas­per

How its streets are all gold­en and broad;

In the midst of the street is life’s riv­er

Clear as crys­tal and pure to be­hold;

But not half of that ci­ty’s bright glo­ry

To mor­tals has ev­er been told.

Not half has ev­er been told;

Not half has ev­er been told;

Not half of that ci­ty’s bright glo­ry

To mor­tals has ev­er been told.

I have read of bright man­sions in Heav­en

Which the Sav­ior has gone to pre­pare;

And the saints who on earth have been faith­ful

Rest for­ev­er with Christ ov­er there;

There no sin ev­er en­ters

nor sor­row

The in­ha­bi­tants nev­er grow old;

But not half of the won­der­ful sto­ry

To mor­tals has ev­er been told.

I have read of white robes for the right­eous

Of bright crowns which the glo­ri­fied wear

When our Fa­ther shall bid them

Come

en­ter

And My glo­ry eter­nal­ly share;

How the right­eous are ev­er­more bless­èd

As they walk through the streets of pure gold;

But not half of the won­der­ful sto­ry

To mor­tals has ev­er been told.

I have read of a Christ so for­giv­ing

That vile sin­ners may ask and re­ceive

Peace and par­don for ev­ery trans­gress­ion

If when ask­ing they on­ly be­lieve.

I have read how He’ll guide and pro­tect us

If for safe­ty we en­ter His fold;

But not half of His good­ness and mer­cy

To mor­tals has ev­er been told.