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1 |
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. |
There is a holy city,, Stanza 1 |
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2 |
It is no world of trouble, The God of peace is there, He wipes away their sorrows, He banishes their care; Their joys are still increasing, Their songs are ever new; They praise th'eternal Father, The Son and Spirit, too. |
There is a holy city,, Stanza 2 |
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3 |
Is this the Man of sorrows Who stood at Pilate's bar, Contemned by haughty Herod, And by his men of war? He seems a mighty conqu'ror, Who spoiled the pow'rs below, And ransomed many captives From everlasting woe. |
There is a holy city,, Stanza 4 |