When I Reach That City

On the top of Mount Zion is a city

And the earth with glory it doth fill;

I shall look on its beauty in the morning

When I reach that city on the hill.

Oh, that city on Mount Zion,

Tho’ a pilgrim, yet I love thee still;

I’ll not leave thee, through the ages,

When I reach that city on the hill.

I’m invited to come home to that city,

For the Word says, “Whosoever will,”

And I’ll find there a mansion for me waiting

When I reach that city on the hill.

Death will never molest me in that city,

Never leave me lying cold and chill;

And I’ll enter to live up there forever

When I reach that city on the hill.

So I’ll stay here until my Saviour calls me,

Trying daily to perform his will,

Then He’ll say unto me, “Well done,” up yonder,

When I reach that city on the hill.

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