The Pearly White City

Verse 1

There’s a holy and beautiful city Whose builder and ruler is God; John saw it descending from Heaven, When Patmos, in exile, he trod; Its high, massive wall is of jasper, The city itself is pure gold; And when my frail tent here is folded, Mine eyes shall its glory behold.

Chorus

In that bright city, pearly white city, I have a mansion, a harp, and a crown; Now I am watching, waiting, and longing, For the white city that’s soon coming down.

Verse 2

No sin is allowed in that city And nothing defiling or mean; No pain and no sickness can enter, No crepe on the doorknob is seen; Earth’s sorrows and cares are forgotten, No tempter is there to annoy; No parting words ever are spoken, There’s nothing to hurt or destroy.

Verse 3

No heartaches are known in that city, No tears ever moisten the eyes; There’s no disappointment in Heaven, No envy and strife in the sky; The saints are all sanctified wholly, They live in sweet harmony there; My heart is now set on that city, And some day its blessings I’ll share.

Verse 4

My loved ones are gathering yonder, My friends too are passing away, And soon I shall join their bright number, And dwell in eternity’s day; They’re safe now in glory with Jesus, Their trials and battles are past. They overcame sin and the tempter, They’ve reached that fair city at last.