1 There, in that golden city fair,
Stand the blest angels in robes of white,
Singing forever their songs of praise,
Resting not day or night.
With that great choir in glory,
Lord, may we stand and sing,
Praises to Thee our Father,
And praises to Christ our King.
2 There, neither sin nor any grief,
Ever shall enter their song sublime;
Heav’n’s high arches shall ever ring,
After the end of time. [Refrain]
3 O, blessed Choir of angel hosts;
O, blessed country where all is love;
There, weary souls that languish here,
Shall rest in heav’n above. [Refrain]Source: Uplifted Voices: a 20th century hymn book for sunday-schools and devotional meetings #115