Lights Of That City

John tells of a city,

That he saw coming down,

Where no sorrow or death will be known,

That someday we could go there

Through His marvelous grace,

Forever live in that heavenly home.

I can almost see the lights of that city,

I see them gathering, all around

The great white throne;

With faith in my Saviour,

And His wonderful love,

Oh, I can almost see the lights of home.

And sometimes when I'm burdened,

And my cross seems hard to bear.

And old Satan, he tries to dim my view,

Well I just look unto Jesus,

He is standing close by,

Then once again,

His great light shines through.

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