A City Awaits Us We Soon Shall Behold – Whose Walls Are Of Jasper, Whose Streets Are Of Gold

 


 
 

A city awaits us we soon shall behold,
Whose walls are of jasper, whose streets are of gold;
Not half of its glories have ever been told,
Blessed homeland, dear homeland, sweet home of the soul.

Oh, I long, yes I long there to dwell,
Mid the pleasures no mortal can tell,
In the place our dear Savior has gone to prepare,
Blessed homeland, dear homeland, sweet home of the soul.

The friends that we love who have gone on before,
Now wait for our coming on yonder bright shore,
Where day never fades, tears may fall nevermore,
Blessed homeland, dear homeland, sweet home of the soul.

O homeland, dear homeland! tho’ eye hath not seen,
And sometimes the shadowy clouds intervene,
Thy light we’ll behold, and thy pastures so green,
Blessed homeland, dear homeland, sweet home of the soul.



 
 
A City Awaits Us We Soon Shall Behold - Whose Walls Are Of Jasper, Whose Streets Are Of Gold Hymn
 
 

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