We Journey To A City Which Eye Hath Neve


We journey to a city,
Which eye hath never seen;
We journey to a country,
Whose shores are ever green.
Far, far away it lieth,
Beyond the valley low,
Beyond the chilling river,
Beyond its waves of woe.

Refrain:
We journey to a city,
Which eye hath never seen;
We journey to a country,
Whose shores are ever green.

No eye hath seen its glories,
Its joys have ne’er been told;
No cloud of sorrow passes
Over its streets of gold.
But strains of sweetest music,
Float on its balmy air,
And voices of the harpers
Who sing their triumph there. [Refrain]

They sing the name of Jesus,
Who washed them in His blood;
The Lamb who went before them,
Thro’ desert, fire and flood.
No more the far-off vision;
With open face they see
The King in all His beauty,
Who died to set them free. [Refrain]

We journey to a city,
Which eye hath never seen;
We journey to a country,
Whose shores are ever green.
A little while of tempest,
And then the endless calm;
A little while of battle,
And then the victor’s palm. [Refrain]