THE PEARLY WHITE CITY

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 John saw coming
down.

No sin is allowed in that city, And nothing defiling nor mean;
No pain
and no sickness can enter, No crape
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 and destroy.

No heartaches are known in that city, No tears ever moisten the eye, 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.

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


overcome sin and the tempter, They’ve reached that fair city at last.