First Line: Beyond our sight a city foursquare lieth,

Beyond our sight a city foursquare lieth,
Above the clouds, the fogs and mists of earth ;
And none but souls that Jesus purifieth
Can see its walls, or hear its holy mirth.

Beyond our sight, . . . beyond our night, . . .
Beyond this world's sad story ;
That city bright, ... it stands in light, . . .
The home of all the holy.

2 Secure and strong, this heavenly city
builded
By Christ the Lamb for all the blood-washed throng,
Gleams fair and bright, with golden glory gilded,
For ever thrilling with triumphant song.

3 There, on the throne, the Lamb once
slain is seated,
The Shepherd's joy upon His holy face ;
While countless hosts, their warfare
all completed, [songs of praise.
In circling bands, lift ceaseless

4 O sorrowing souls, beneath earth's
burdens bending,
Lift up your eyes to yonder city fair;
And through your tears let praise be
still ascending, [waiting there.
For rest, and home, and loved ones