The Light of the Holy City

There is a ho­ly ci­ty

Whose build­er is our God;

No eye hath seen its man­sions fair

No foot its courts hath trod.

The wealth of its foun­da­tions

Its streets of pur­est gold

The glo­ry of its gates of pearl

No tongue hath ev­er told.

The Lamb is the light of that ci­ty ab­ove

The light that shall nev­er cease!

And all shall be­hold Him

whose in­fi­nite love

Leads them home to that ci­ty of peace.

No need with­in that ci­ty

Of sun or moon to shine;

Jehovah’s pre­sence lights the scene

With ra­di­ance most di­vine;

No shade of night e’er fall­eth

To dim the splen­dor bright;

The Lamb of God on Cal­v’ry slain

Forever is the light.

No man could ev­er number

The ran­somed ga­thered there

Arrayed in blood-washed robes of white

The palms of vic­t’ry bear;

Before God’s throne they wor­ship

And serve Him night and day;

And ev­ery tear from ev­ery eye

His hand shall wipe away.

The count­less hosts of Heav­en

His wor­thy praise pro­claim

Ascribing hon­or

bless­ing

pow­er

And glo­ry to His name.

In cease­less al­le­lu­ias

They chant eter­nal psalm

And cry

Sal­va­tion to our God!

Salvation to the Lamb!