1. When I see the city crystal, bright with light of golden hues,
    Midst the throngs of pageants festal, singing songs unknown and new,
    I’ll praise through endless ages with the harps prepared in Zion,
    Glory these in various stages, show the chosen sons of Zion.

              CHORUS

    Take me to the heights of Zion,
    Take me where no night is known,
    There’s my home in restful Zion,
    Trials make me more her own.

2. Paved with gold the street for faithful, for the saints from every land,
    Strongly guarded city peaceful, built by God at His command,
    Garnished with the jewels precious, her foundations are so rare,
    Those who bore the burden tell us, them the precious stones declare.

3. Inward strength for reaching mountain, tireless feet have dared to climb,
    Lo, their voice like gushing fountain, mercy sounds like harps sublime,
    God has chosen thee, O Zion, glorious things are said of thee,
    Hid in mind of God was Zion, which the saints do now foresee.

4. There the tree of life for victors, luscious fruit of every kind,
    From the throne of God a river to invigorate the mind,
    God of all creation reigneth, Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
    Blessed is the man that dwelleth with the unseen God of hosts.