1 There’s a beautiful city, it may be quite near,
Where never a shadow nor cloud doth appear,
‘Tis a vision of splendor most radiant bright,
The home of the blessed where dwelleth no night.
O yes, there’s a city, a beautiful city,
Where walk our beloved in garments of white,
Where Jesus our Saviour is waiting to greet us,
For we shall be with Him where dwelleth no night.
2 In the sunshine of glory no winter can bide,
There’s summer and gladness just over the tide,
For the joy of His presence fills heaven with light,
And crowns the dear city where dwelleth no night. [Refrain]
3 Through His grace we shall see Him, the One we love best,
The spirit’s deep longings forever at rest;
With the praises of angels our voices unite,
In God’s holy city where dwelleth no night. [Refrain]
Lizzie De Armond was a prolific writer of children's hymns, recitations and exercises. When she was twelve years old her first poem was published in the Germantown, Pa. Telegraph, however, it was not until she was a widow with eight children to support that she started writing in earnest. She wrote articles, librettos, nature stories and other works, as well as hymns.
Dianne Shapiro, from "The Singers and Their Songs: sketches of living gospel hymn writers" by Charles Hutchinson Gabriel (Chicago: The Rodeheaver Company, 1916) Go to person page >