contemplativeAnd 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.
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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 sorrows shall vanish away;
The moon shall not lighten,
The sun shall not brighten,
That city by night or by day.
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But light will be given,
All storm clouds be riven,
From over that city of God;
We’ll view then in wonder,
Thro’ all that may sunder,
The path that in sorrow we trod.
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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.
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"for he waited for the city which has foundations, whose builder and maker is God" Hebrews 11:10