1 I've a home fair and bright in yonder City,
To its gates I am marching along;
When my fighting for Jesus here is over,
I shall then take my place with the throng
That face to face beholds the Saviour,
In whose praise is raised its song.
Up in the golden City
There's a mansion to me will be giv'n;
I have riches I know
That the world can't bestow,
I'm an heir of the wealth of heav'n.
2 It is true on the way to yonder City,
I've to cross o'er a cold rolling flood;
But I trust Him to guide me by whose pity
I've been led to the sin-cleansing blood;
As He has said He'll never leave me,
I will trust my Friend, my God. [Chorus]
3 Do you know there's no place in yonder City
For a soul that is burdened with guilt?
Do you know that no sin can ever enter?
Hasten then to the blood that was spilt
To cleanse from sin, and with me journey
To the City God has built. [Chorus]
Herbert Henry Howard Booth (26 August 1862 – 25 September 1926) was the third son of William and Catherine Booth. He oversaw the Limelight Department's development and he was the writer and director for Soldiers of the Cross.
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