There is a holy city,
A happy world above,
Beyond the starry regions,
Built by the God of love.
An everlasting temple,
And saints arrayed in white;
They serve their great Redeemer,
And dwell with Him in light.

The meanest child of glory
Outshines the radiant sun;
But who can speak the splendor
Of that eternal throne,
Where Jesus sits exalted,
In godlike majesty;
The elders fall before him;
The angels bend the knee.

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