1.  There’s a land of pure repose,
     Where we’ll rest from all our foes,
     In the place prepared above,
     By our saviour in His love.
     There we’ll gaze upon the face of Him
     Who saved us by His grace
     And worship Him Who set us free on Calvary.

                       CHORUS
 
     Though here the road be rough and steep,
     And bitter trials make us weep,
     With broken heart and spirit faint,
     Yet our lips bear no complaint,
     For we know our suff’rings here work a weightOf glory there,
     In our home where we shall rest on Jesus breast.

2.  In that land of perfect peace,
     Where our restless strivings cease,
     We shall know as now we’re known,
     We shall share our saviour’s throne.
     God Himself shall wipe our tears,
     His perfect love dispel our fears,
     And former things shall pass away,
     In perfect day.

3.  See that city, bright and fair,
     Like a jasper, pure and rare;
     Christ’s great treasure in His Bride,
     Whom He loved, for whom He died.
     See her twelve foundations strong,
     Each formed of precious stones so long,
     Hard pressed and shaped, but now so bright
     In heaven’s light.

4.  Gates of glory fill our view,
     Each a pearl, whose milky hue
     Speaks of long and sore travail,
     Borne by saints within the veil.
     See her streets, all paved with gold,
     The tale of faith triumphant told;
     Oh! New Jerusalem, my own
     Sweet heav’nly home!