1. A beautiful land by faith I see,
A land of rest from sorrow free:
The home of the ransomed, bright and fair,
And beautiful angels, too, are there.

2. That land is called the City of Light;
It never has known the shades of night;
The glory of God, the light of day,
Hath driven the darkness far away.

3. In vision I see its streets of gold,
Its gate of pearl I, too, behold,
The river of life, the crystal sea,
The ambrosial fruit of life’s fair tree.

4. The ransom’d throng, arrayed in white,
In rapture range the plains of light,
In one harmonious choir they praise
Their glorious Saviour’s matchless grace.