Testo di 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