THE CITY OF GOLD | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 17, 1875

THE CITY OF GOLD.

“And the city was pure gold.” Rev. 21:18.

I love ofttimes to sit and dream Of this fair world of ours; Its golden light, and evening shade, Its birds, and fruits, and flowers; Its glittering dews and murmuring rills, Its shadowy vales and sun-clad hills.

I know there's beauty all around, And Eden-like 'twould be, Had sin not laid its withering hand On everything we see. With rapture then, that world I behold, Where sin has not entered—the city of gold.

With walls of jasper, gates of pearls, Foundations strong and sure; Mid wreck of matter, crash of worlds, 'T will evermore endure. The skill of its Architect can ne'er be told, But it flames with his glory—that city of gold.

No night is there, but endless day; No care, or pain, or strife; The weary ones of earth find rest, By the side of the river of life. Our loved and lost ones, again we'll behold; In the home of the ransomed—the city of gold.

They hunger, thirst, and weep, no more; All tears are wiped away; While everlasting joy is theirs Through an eternal day. And the light of that city, the Lamb, they behold, Who walks 'mid his saints in the city of gold.

The good, the faithful, and the pure, From every clime will come; While angels bright, in robes of light, Will bid them “welcome home,” [old, And the song of redemption, which never grows They will sing as they roam through the city of [gold.

Then what are all earth's cares and woes, Its flattering smile, or frown? These all will be exchanged ere long, For robe, and palm, and crown; And a home, in that land of rare beauty untold, The home of the angels—the city of gold.

The music of that sinless land Will then, by us be heard; And with its gushing melody, Our bounding hearts be stirred. While the years of eternity will still unfold The treasures so vast of the city of gold. —Sel.