The Pearly White City

There’s a ho­ly and beau­ti­ful ci­ty

Whose build­er and rul­er is God;

John saw it des­cend­ing from Heav­en

When Pat­mos

in ex­ile

he trod;

Its high

mass­ive wall is of jas­per

The city it­self is pure gold;

And when my frail tent here is fold­ed

Mine eyes shall its glo­ry be­hold.

In that bright ci­ty

pear­ly white ci­ty

I have a man­sion

a harp

and a crown;

Now I am watch­ing

wait­ing

and long­ing

For the whi­te ci­ty that’s soon com­ing down.

No sin is al­lowed in that city

And no­thing de­fil­ing or mean;

No pain and no sick­ness can en­ter

No crepe on the door­knob is seen;

Earth’s sor­rows and cares are for­got­ten

No tempt­er is there to an­noy;

No part­ing words ever are spok­en

There’s no­thing to hurt or de­stroy.

No heart­aches are known in that ci­ty

No tears ev­er moist­en the eyes;

There’s no dis­ap­point­ment in Heav­en

No en­vy and strife in the sky;

The saints are all sanc­ti­fied whol­ly

They live in sweet har­mo­ny there;

My heart is now set on that city

And some day its bless­ings I’ll share.

My loved ones are ga­ther­ing yon­der

My friends too are pass­ing away

And soon I shall join their bright num­ber

And dwell in eter­ni­ty’s day;

They’re safe now in glo­ry with Je­sus

Their tri­als and bat­tles are past.

They ov­er­came sin and the tempt­er

They’ve reached that fair ci­ty at last.