How Fair Are The Walls Of That City Of L

How fair are the walls of that city of light,
Whose streets by the ransomed are trod,
And over whose beauty there cometh no cloud,
Whose builder and maker is God.

O home, sweet home of rest;
Home of the sinless,
Home of the blest,
O home, sweet home of rest,
Home, sweet home.

And sometimes the gates of that city I see,
And sometimes in melody clear
The voices, whose silence has saddened my heart,
Come sweetly my spirit to cheer. [Chorus]

I list to their music, the city draws near,
The city of infinite rest,
They call me in accents of tenderest love,
They sing of the home of the blest. [Chorus]