There is a city crowned with light,
Its joy no tongue can tell;
For they who enter shall behold the King,
And in His presence dwell.
There is a crown laid up on high
That Christ the Lord will give
To those who patiently His coming wait,
And for His glory live.
Oh, then be faithful unto death,
Press on the heavenly way,
That we may enter through the gates of life
To realms of endless day.
