The City

Holy majesty lines the buildings and the streets
Where His presence falls
In the city where we're called

In the city
With His grace
We'll take our place there
In the city of the One who makes a joy so great it burns

So we take the road
Towards the city, towards the throne
And beckon others come
To live with the Holy One

In the city
Face to face
We'll end our race there
In the city of the One who makes a joy so great it burns

Jesus waits at the gates
With the angels and the saints
In one accord in the city great for the final day they anticipate

When the trumpet blows
We'll leave our bodies far below
And our faith behind
There's no need for faith we're no longer blind

In the city
Golden streets aren't all we'll meet there
In the city of the One who makes a joy so great it burns