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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