1 There’s a city that is far, far away;
You can see its silver spires o’er the sea;
’Tis beyond the rolling waves’ misty spray;
Oh, that city is for you and for me.
Refrain:
Oh that home, happy home,
Where the cycles of eternity roll,
There no sorrows, sin nor death e’er shall come,
For that city is the home of the soul.
2 We will hear the angels sing over there,
As they hold within their hands harps of gold,
In that city that is bright and so fair;
Oh, that city is the home of the soul. [Refrain]
3 There the tree of life will bloom evermore,
While the cycles of eternity roll,
And no sickness, pain or death we shall know,
For that city is the home of the soul. [Refrain]
4 All the pilgrims of the earth, I am told,
Who have suffered for their Lord on the way,
Will receive a shining crown, made of gold,
In that city that is far, far away. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12396
W. C. Hafley, author, composer and teacher; born in McMinn County, Tenn., Sept. 28th, 1839; educated in the common schools of his native county, but being a great lover of books, earnestly sought to improve himself by the reading of books, spending his evenings studying "Kirkam's Grammar" and the Bible, while listening to his father playing "Arkansaw Traveler," "Fisher's Hornpipe," etc., on a well-worn violin; served in the Confederate Army, but so well had he spent his time with his books in his tent that on his return he was called to take charge of a school, which profession he followed for fifteen years, and in 1883 was elected superintendent of schools in his native county; attended a session of the S.N.M.I., held at Dalton, Ga., the y… Go to person page >
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