With Mansions Of Fairness And Beauty And


With mansions of fairness,
And beauty, and rareness,
And streets with a pavement of gold;
Where no one grows weary,
No prospect is dreary,
And no one can ever grow old.

Refrain:
Oh, there is a city, a beautiful city,
Whose builder and maker is God;
A far-away city,
A wonderful city,
The beautiful city of God.

Its rivers of gladness
Will banish all sadness,
And sorrow shall vanish away;
The moon shall not lighten,
The sun shall not brighten,
That city by night or by day. [Refrain]

But light will be given,
All storm clouds be riven,
From over that city of God;
We’ll view then in wonder,
Through all that may sunder,
The path that in sorrow we trod. [Refrain]

No sorrow or sighing,
Nor anguish or dying,
Can shadow the bliss of that home;
And pilgrims who rest there,
Forever are blest there,
Nor yearn in their rapture to roam. [Refrain]