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 hairs;
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

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