WHEN I REACH THAT CITY

On the top of Mount Zion is a city
And the earth with glory it doth fill;
I shall look on its beauty in the morning
When I reach that city on the hill.

CHORUS
Oh, that city on Mount Zion,
Tho’ a pilgrim, yet I love thee still;
I’ll not leave thee, through the ages,
When I reach that city on the hill.

I’m invited to come home to that city,
For the Word says, “Whosoever will,”
And I’ll find there a mansion for me
waiting
When I reach that city on the hill.

Death will never molest me in that city,
Never leave me lying cold and chill;
And I’ll enter to live up there forever
When I reach that city on the hill.
So I’ll stay here until my Saviour calls me,
Trying daily to perform His will;
Then He’ll say unto me, “Well done,”
up yonder
When I reach that city in the hill.