The City of God

There’s a book that is writ­ten

Designed by His hand

Presented by God from above;

And I know that it tells

Of a beau­ti­ful land

Prepared by His in­fi­nite love.

O it tells of a ci­ty so bright

so fair

Where saints of all ag­es have trod;

And I’ve read there is no­thing

But hap­pi­ness there

In the beau­ti­ful ci­ty of God.

There is nev­er a sor­row

An ache

nor a pain

Though oft it ap­pears like a dream;

And the sun nev­er sets

Over hill and o’er plain

And Je­sus the King is su­preme.

All the rich­es of earth

Will not buy my way in

For guilt ev­er lurks in my soul;

I’ll ac­cept the great ran­som

Once of­fered for sin

And start for the heav­en­ly goal.

Every cloud wears a rain­bow

Of heav­en­ly hue

His smile I’m be­gin­ning to know;

He walks with me

talks with me

All the day thro’

And O how I do love Him so.