When I Stand in Yonder City

When I stand in yon­der ci­ty

With its man­sions bright and fair

And be­hold the an­gels robed in spot­less white

As I join the hal­le­lu­jahs

Of the saved in glo­ry there

Shall I see you in that ci­ty of de­light?

When I stand in yon­der ci­ty

With its man­sions bright and fair

Shall I see you there my bro­ther?

Will you meet me in that ci­ty ov­er there?

When I stand in yon­der ci­ty

And my work on earth is done

I shall know my la­bors have not been in vain;

I shall bear a gold­en scep­ter

For the souls that I have won

From the chains of bond­age to eter­nal gain.

When I stand in yon­der ci­ty

There’s ano­ther I shall see

Who is fair­er than ten thou­sand saints ab­ove;

I shall see the Lord of glo­ry

Who hath lived and died for me

And who loves me with an ev­er­last­ing love.