There's a city that looks o'er the valley of death,

There's a city that looks o'er the valley of death,
And its glories may never be told ;
There the sun never sets, and the
leaves never fade,
In that beautiful City of Gold.

There the sun . . . never sets, . . . and the
leaves . . . never fade ;
There the eyes of the faithful their Saviour behold,
In that beautiful City of Gold.

2 There the King, our Redeemer, the
Lord whom we love,
All the faithful with rapture behold;
There the righteous for ever will
shine like the stars,
In that beautiful City of Gold.

3 Every soul we have led to the foot of
the cross,
Every lamb we have brought to the fold,
Will be kept as bright jewels our
crown to adorn,
In that beautiful City of Gold.