1 You tell me of a city
Which is so bright and fair;
Oh, why do not the friends I love
Talk more of going there?
I hear them speak of pleasures
Which earthly things have giv’n;
Why do they never mention
The better joys of Heav’n?
A city which hath foundations,
Whose builder and maker is God;
Which shineth afar
Like a beautiful star,
By saints and angels trod!
2 I think about that city
Of which I have been told,
Whose gates are made of shining pearl,
Whose streets are paved with gold.
The firm and strong foundation
Is built of jewels rare;
I’m sure that nothing earthly
Can with those walls compare. [Refrain]
3 Oh, dear and blessèd city,
Could I but enter in,
I should be free from every pain,
From care, and doubt, and sin.
Oh, let me bear each trial
As patient as I may,
For soon will all things mortal
Forever pass away. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12025
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|The Cyber Hymnal #12025||That City||You tell me of a city||[You tell me of a city]||Maria Burbank Williams Barnes||<cite>Gospel Songs</cite> by Philip P. Bliss (Cincinnati: John Church, 1874)|