Tune: SLANE
Words: Martin Leckebusch
Music: Irish folk melody
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Nowhere can rival the city of God,
loveliest, holiest place in His sight:
there as on mountains of splendor it stands;
there are His people, His lasting delight.
Once we were strangers, but now we draw near,
summoned to faith from the ends of the earth;
now in the city of God we belong:
He has declared it the place of our birth.
Now we are citizens, children and heirs;
now in His presence our hearts are at home;
our names are even recorded in heaven—
Lord, with the music of worship, we come!
loveliest, holiest place in His sight:
there as on mountains of splendor it stands;
there are His people, His lasting delight.
Once we were strangers, but now we draw near,
summoned to faith from the ends of the earth;
now in the city of God we belong:
He has declared it the place of our birth.
Now we are citizens, children and heirs;
now in His presence our hearts are at home;
our names are even recorded in heaven—
Lord, with the music of worship, we come!
Copyright
Words: © Kevin Mayhew Ltd. Used by permission.
Music: Public domain
These lyrics have been posted on Grace Music with permission from the copyright holder. They may be used in corporate worship in accordance with a valid CCLI license. Lyrics should be displayed unaltered and include author and copyright information. All other uses require permission from the copyright holder.
Music: Public domain
These lyrics have been posted on Grace Music with permission from the copyright holder. They may be used in corporate worship in accordance with a valid CCLI license. Lyrics should be displayed unaltered and include author and copyright information. All other uses require permission from the copyright holder.
rhythm, piano, solo violin, solo cello
Key: D
October 24, 2021
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