I
THERE'S A CITY, OVER YONDER, NOT MADE BY HUMAN HANDS.
A PLACE WHERE NO HEARTACHES WILL EVER TROUBLE MAN.
NONE OF THE POET'S, OR GREAT AUTHOR CAN NOT REALLY
DESCRIBE ALL THE BEAUTY'S WAITING INSIDE.
II
THERE'S NO NEED, FOR A SUN THERE,
FOR IT'S LIGHT WILL BE DIM.
COMPARED TO THE GLORY'S OF THE LIGHT, THAT SHINES WITHIN
FOR THE LAMB SLAIN CALVARY, SHINES BRIGHTER,
THAN THE SUN, FOR ALL GOD'S CHILDREN, WHO' OVER COME.
CHORUS
OH, WHAT A CITY. WHAT A LAND.
ON THOSE HILLS OF ZION I KNOW I'LL STAND.
NO MORE DYING, NO MORE CRYING.
NO MORE PAIN FOR US TO BEAR.
OH, WHAT A CITY HE'S GONE TO PREPARE.