There is a habitation
Built by the living God
For all of ev'ry nation
Who seek that grand abode
O Zion, Zion, I long thy gates to see
O Zion, Zion, when shall I dwell in thee?
A city with founddations
Firm as th'eternal throne
Nor wars nor desolations
Shall ever move a stone
No night is there, no sorrow
No death, and no decay
No yesterday, no morrow
But one eternal day
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Within it's pearly portals
Angelic armies sing
With glorified immortals
The praises of it's King
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